Chapter 1

As the terrifying heatwave approached, my husband Jack took in his female boss. I naively thought they had a purely professional relationship, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

That day, I returned home after scavenging for supplies, only to hear sounds of pleasure coming from the bedroom - my husband and his boss. Enraged, I burst in and started fighting with her, but Jack, his sister Emily, and his mother Martha overpowered me and tied me up. Emily's rabid dog then mauled me to death.

Fearing rabies, they abandoned the idea of keeping me as a food source. Instead, they threw my body outside, where it dried up in the heat, leaving nothing but jerky.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to two months before the heat apocalypse began.

"Why are you home?" Jack asked, his face panicked when he saw me.

Oh right, in my previous life, I should have been at work at this time.

"I'm just grabbing something," I replied.

"Oh, okay. Be quick then." Jack's expression was unnatural.

I noticed the sound of running water in the bathroom. "Who's in there?"

As soon as I asked, the water stopped. Rachel opened the bathroom door.

"Lily, the shower in my place broke down. I hope you don't mind me using yours?" Rachel said with a grin.

She was Jack's boss and lived in the apartment above us.

I wanted to curse, but I held it in. What was the point of being reborn? It must be for revenge.

"We're neighbors, of course I don't mind you taking a shower here," I said with a casual smile.

In my previous life, I had thought Rachel and Jack only got together in the safe house. Now I realized these two had been having an affair for a long time.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Can I borrow something of yours?" Rachel asked shamelessly.

"Sure!" I agreed readily.

After putting on my clothes, Rachel came out of the bathroom.

"It's so tight," she said, twisting her body affectedly.

I had given her a T-shirt with a Pikachu print and a pair of casual pants. When she put on the T-shirt, the Pikachu looked like it had gained three sizes. The casual pants looked like they were painted on her.

Jack couldn't take his eyes off the Pikachu, almost drooling.

After a moment, he caught himself and quickly turned to ask me, "Are you still building that safe house?"

"Yes."

"It's not like the apocalypse is coming. Don't waste your energy," Jack said disapprovingly.

"Lily, you've been watching too many disaster movies. It's so cute," Rachel said with a forced laugh.

"I'm sorry you had to see this, Rachel," Jack sighed.

I swallowed my anger and left the apartment.

Rachel was divorced with no children, 34 years old, six years older than Jack. She owned several apartments in this complex and was undoubtedly wealthy.

In my previous life, when the heat apocalypse came, Jack said Rachel hadn't prepared any supplies and wanted to take her in. He always talked about how Rachel took care of him at work. I thought we shouldn't forget kindness, so I agreed.

Little did I know that my kindness would lead to my demise.

This time, I would make sure this pair of cheaters tasted death too.

I arrived at the safe house in Greenville. The workers were drenched in sweat. It was May, but the temperature was already around 104°F and had been for a month.

I was a researcher at the Environmental Research Institute and had keenly sensed that the world was heading towards a heat apocalypse, so I started building a safe house.

The two-story safe house was almost complete. I took out the design drawings and instructed the workers to build a 4,300 square foot basement underneath.

In my previous life, I hadn't built a basement.

"Thank you all for your hard work. The schedule is tight, but I'll double your pay," I told the workers.

In the apocalypse, money would be worthless anyway.

On my way home in the evening, passing by a lottery store, I suddenly remembered the winning numbers from my previous life - 228882+3. These numbers were easy to remember but so unpopular that no one had won the jackpot.

I got excited when I saw the total prize pool was over $1.2 billion.

To survive the apocalypse, I needed enough supplies, and to buy supplies, I needed money.

I entered the store and asked the owner for paper and a pen. I wrote down 100 sets of numbers, including the jackpot numbers, betting $2,000 on each set, for a total of $200,000.

The store owner was delighted.

"I hope you win," he said.

"Thank you."

The draw was tonight.