Locked in the Morgue

They say fire purifies, but as the hospital morgue went up in flames, it only revealed the rot in my husband’s soul. Sean, the fire safety expert I built from nothing, chose to leave me trapped behind a jammed door with our daughter’s cold body, rushing instead to save his mistress and the girl who bullied my Sophie to her grave. He thought he’d left his past to burn, clearing the path for a new life built on my assets and my grief. But I didn’t die in that fire. I crawled out of the ashes with a scarred face and a heart forged in ice, ready to reclaim everything he stole. Sean forgot one thing: I made him, and I know exactly how to break him. The fire didn’t end my story—it was just the spark for his ruin.