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

“Break one of her hands.”

Brent said, his cigarette dangling from his mouth. He gestured to his subordinates to drag me towards a nearby meat grinder.

I noticed the running meat grinder with its sharp gears turning relentlessly, looking like a terrifying monster.

Two of his men then dragged me to the grinder and grabbed one of my hands, preparing to put it into the machine.

Seeing my fingertips just an inch away from the sharp gears, I felt a surge of scare.

It was my right hand.

It was the first time since my rebirth that I felt this disappointed in myself. After all my efforts, I was still unable to escape the fate of my past life…

“Brent Walter, do you still want that promotion or not?!”

Addressed by his full name, Brent’s face turned red with anger. Upon recognizing the newcomer, he immediately shrank back, like a turtle.

“Mr. Hodge.”

I looked towards the newcomer as well and was shocked.

Blake?

With the setting sun outside the window, it felt like my new life was just beginning.

I later received a call from Dustin after the exam. His tone sounded dejected.

“Averie, Patrick is…”

It turned out that after Blake called the police, Brent panicked and blamed

everything on Patrick.

In his rage, he fed one of Patrick’s hands into the meat grinder.

By the time the police arrived, Patrick had lost too much blood and was unconscious. Even with immediate medical attention, the severed hand was beyond saving.

I heard that Patrick broke down in his hospital room, smashing everything and crying hysterically. Yaritza, who came to see him, was driven away.

As the main female character in the incident, Yaritza later came to see me.

“Averie, what should I do?”

“What can you do? Abort the baby and leave him,” I replied.

“How can I do that? Patrick will go crazy. Besides, he loves me so deeply. How can I leave him now?”

Looking at her pretty face, I couldn’t help but smile, “Think about it. If you hadn’t

been in a relationship with him, how would you have ended up like this…”

At just seventeen years old, she was facing the deprivation of an important exam opportunity and carrying a child. Maybe she would even wander through life with Patrick, enduring mockery and contempt from others in the future.

I never believed Patrick loved Yaritza. If he did, he wouldn’t neglect her future.

His feelings for Yaritza were merely possessiveness from his youth, fulfilling his pathological desires.

Patrick was just a big child, whether with Dustin or with Yaritza.

“Your life shouldn’t be bound by men and children, and you shouldn’t be submissive because of their small favors. Your life is in your own hands.”

After that day, I didn’t hear from Yaritza for a long time.

When she called me again, it was just before she left for abroad. “Averie, you were right. My life is in my own hands, so I’ve decided to go abroad to pursue my design dreams. As for Patrick, we had an amicable breakup.”