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

Back in my room, I immediately started packing. I tossed a few essentials into my if I wanted to survive, the first thing I needed to do was get away from suitcase

Lily.

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I only had three days until my murder in my past life. There was no way I could make Lily move out of my apartment in such a short time. If she wouldn’t leave, then I had to. There was absolutely no way I was going to sleep under the same

roof as the woman who killed me.

I decided to head back to my parents‘ place to lay low for a while and figure things out. Within minutes, my suitcase was packed, and I was rolling it out the door. It was a small carry–on, easy to handle, which was perfect since I didn’t want to spend another second with Lily.

She was sprawled on the couch, watching TV and munching on the leftover pizza. When she heard me, she turned, her mouth full of food. Ugh, disgusting. I couldn’t

bear to look at her, so I quickly averted my eyes and started putting on my shoes.

“My dad’s sick,” I blurted out. “I need to go home.” As I rushed towards the door, I apologized profusely to my father in my mind. I’m so sorry, Dad. I have to lie to stay alive, to keep us all alive. Forgive me.

Without waiting for Lily to respond, I slammed the door shut. Good riddance. The farther away from you, the better.

I hauled my suitcase into the elevator and practically sprinted out of the

apartment complex. My heels clicked against the pavement, echoing the frantic

beat of my heart.

My hair whipped around my face in the wind, but I didn’t care. I just kept running.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Once I was outside the complex, I finally slowed down, making sure Lily wasn’t following me. I glanced back at the building where I had lived for three years. It

was on the 12th floor, with great sunlight and a convenient location. I had grown accustomed to it, and honestly, I felt a pang of regret leaving. But then I remembered how I had died in that very apartment, and my heart clenched.

I need to sell this place immediately, I thought.

Just then, a taxi pulled up. I hailed it, jumped in, and as I was closing the door, I, caught a glimpse of Lily’s figure in the window, watching me. I froze, my heart pounding. I looked back, but the window was empty.

I let out a shaky breath, telling myself it must have been my nerves playing tricks on me. Then, without looking back again, I told the driver my parents‘ address and we sped away.