Buried Alive, Reborn for Revenge

The dust of the Bow Valley Bluffs collapse hadn’t even settled when I felt the first shovel of dirt hit my face. My husband, Charles, the city’s celebrated rescue captain, wasn’t digging me out—he was burying me. Beside him stood Lydia, the prestigious doctor who had just coldly declared me dead while my heart was still thumping a desperate, frantic rhythm against my ribs. I watched through leaden eyelids as the man I’d loved for a decade turned his back on my shallow grave to comfort his mistress, leaving me to suffocate in the freezing dark. They thought the mountain had finished me. They didn't realize that being buried alive was simply the catalyst for my rebirth. I clawed my way out of the earth with one goal: to ensure that by the time I’m finished, they’ll wish they had stayed under the rubble.