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

My encounter with Sophia had a minor impact or disturbance on my life.

Soon after, it just slipped my mind.

But she was like an annoying itch that wouldn’t go away.

A few days later, she confronted me on my way home from work.

To prevent the same situation as before, I made sure to maintain a safe distance of five meters from her during our conversation.

As evening fell, there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Even though I kept a safe distance from Sophia, I stayed on guard.

Sophia once again knelt down, begging me to take care of her.

I retorted coldly, “You already have a son; why should I be the one to take care of you?”

She cried out, “Benji is bewitched by that little witch; he doesn’t care about me anymore.”

I took it that the “little witch” she referred to was that girl.

With a helpless shrug, I conveyed my indifference.

12:07

The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My PastЛife. Was Also Reborn

Suddenly, Sophia let out a sinister laugh, “Yeah, I have HIV.You don’t actually believe you’re in the clear, do you?”

I looked at her in confusion, wondering what her having HIV had to do with me.

I worried that the shock had taken a toll on her mental health.

Noticing my disbelief, Sophia responded sternly, “You don’t think my illness just appeared out of thin air, do you? I owe it all to Benjamin.”

What?

This piece of news was incredibly overwhelming and shocking.

Could it be that there was something between Benjamin and Sophia…?

I stared at her, my shock making it difficult to accept the reality that stood before me; this was…

Sophia continued, “What are you thinking? You’re such a fool.”

“You can’t even tell that Benjamin and I are not mother and son.”

She revealed, “Let me make it clear. I’ve been the one raising Benjamin since his days in the orphanage.”

Hearing this, it all made sense.

No wonder Sophia’s behavior wasn’t like that of a mother.

The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life, Was Also Reborn ?

It turned out they weren’t related by blood, but had an illicit relationship.

All the stories about being forced to give birth at 18, and the scoundrel

abandoning his wife and child, were lies they spun to deceive me.

I was such a fool, taking care of that adulterous couple for three years.

“Disgusting,” I spat at her, unable to contain my revulsion.

Sophia didn’t become angry; on the contrary, she burst into laughter, saying, “You should get checked out, we’re the same now.”

I called her insane and turned to leave.

Every additional second in her presence felt as though it could shatter, my entire perspective on the world.