I thought my husband and I were going to be together forever, but when the fire happened, I changed physically while he changed his mind. My husband ended up leaving me because of how I looked, but in the end, I got the last laugh. It was a chilly fall evening when the fire started.
I still remember the sharp scent of wood smoke hanging in the air, mingling with the distant laughter of children playing on the street before the fire caught up with me, forever changing my life. The house we were renting had an old, unreliable furnace. I told Evan we should have it checked, but like so many things, he brushed off my concerns.
He always did that; dismissed my worries as if they were nothing. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re married to someone studying to become a doctor. Evan always thought he knew better.
That night, eight years ago, I lit a few candles in the living room. The power was flickering on and off, and I wanted to make the place feel cozy and warm, like a home. The wind rattled the windows, but I didn’t think much of it.
I had a mug of tea in my hands, and I was reading a book, lost in another world. Then I smelled it; something acrid, burning. Before I knew it, the fire from the furnace was spreading fast, climbing up the walls like a living thing, eating everything in its path!
I jumped to my feet, knocking over the candles in the process, causing the flames to grow even fiercer! My heart pounded in my chest as panic set in! I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher, but by then, it was too late!
The fire had consumed half the living room! I screamed for Evan, who was upstairs studying! His footsteps thundered down the stairs.
When he saw the fire, his eyes went wide, and for the first time, I saw real fear on his face! He wasn’t the cool, collected medical student anymore but just a man, terrified of losing everything. “Get out!” he shouted, but I was frozen, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the extinguisher.
I didn’t even see it coming, the beam from the ceiling that crashed down, pinning me to the ground. The heat was unbearable, and I could feel my face blistering from the intensity of the flames! My husband pulled me out just in time, dragging me across the floor and out into the yard.
I was in shock, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. I could hear the distant wail of sirens, but all I could focus on was the pain, the excruciating, searing pain that tore through my body. I was rushed to the hospital, but I barely remember the ride.
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