The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

Her readiness to agree so swiftly made me suspicious.

Benjamin is her beloved boyfriend.

Despite the favor I had done for her, it was doubtful that she would easily take a stand against Benjamin in collaboration with me.

After leaving her house, I couldn’t wait to get to the hospital.

Regrettably, upon reviewing the medical records, the only genuine detail was the address;

everything else was fabricated, down to her name and ID number.

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Reluctantly, I reached out to a friend I’ve known for years.

I asked her to help me investigate the girl thoroughly.

My gut feeling suggests, the girl’s meeting with Benjamin wasn’t by chance; it was a calculated move.

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated, and I feel like

I’m caught in a whirlpool, unable to distinguish any direction.

Thanks to my friend, who’s totally a bada**

Within two days, the girl’s real ident, was uncovered.

Her name is Amelia Johnson, and she shared the same orphanage background with Benjamin and Sophia.

No wonder she wasn’t surprised to hear that Sophia wasn’t Benjamin’s mother.

She already knew that.

Amelia was dark and thin as a child, a dramatic contrast to how she looks now.

That’s why Benjamin didn’t recognize her.

My friend told me that Amelia was often bullied in the orphanage.

Suddenly, a thought struck me.

It’s possible that Benjamin was among those who bullied her.

If someone truly loves another, they wouldn’t intentionally cause them harm.

However, despite being aware of her HIV status, Amelia took no measures to protect Benjamin when she approached him.

Such behavior couldn’t be out of love, so it must be driven by hatred instead.

I felt a pang in my heart, overwhelmed with sorrow. Amelia is a good girl so her illness is not due to any carelessness or fault of her own.

I thought: If only I had met Amelia earlier, would the outcome have been different and more favorable?

But what’s done is done, and regret changes nothing. Few are as lucky as I am to be granted a second chance.