When the Ashes Loved Me Back – Three days before we were supposed to get our marriage license, a massive fire broke out in the building where Ethan Gray’s startup was located. Ethan and I were trapped in the office on the sixty-eighth floor. While escaping, a load-bearing steel beam overhead came crashing down. I pushed him out of the way and got pinned beneath the debris. A piece of broken rebar pierced straight through my right shoulder blade, less than an inch from my heart.
Blood gushed out instantly, staining my white shirt crimson. The thick smoke choked me until I coughed up blood. I looked desperately at the man before me—usually so calm and composed. “Ethan, call 911… or call the rescue team…” My voice was barely a whisper. Every breath sent searing pain through the puncture wound, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. Just one phone call to give our location, and we could survive.
He was about to make the call when his expression changed after seeing a message on his phone. “Sorry, something happened to Vanessa…” Ethan knelt before me, his suit covered in dust, prying my fingers away from his arm one by one. “Chloe, you’ve always been strong. You’ll be fine. Vanessa is different.” Hearing his words, my heart sank bit by bit.
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