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

The plan proceeded as scheduled.

Soon, I met Benjamin again.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Over a year had passed, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, no longer the handsome and debonair man he was just after the divorce.

“Mr. Carter, I regret to inform you, the outcome is positive,” I stated, my gaze fixed on the test report, not bothering to look up.

He was struck as if by a bolt from the blue, asking me three times if it was true.

I coldly responded, “If Mr. Carter doubts the results, you’re welcome to seek a second opinion at another hospital.”

He fell into a heavy silence, the stark reality of the results compelling him to face the truth.

He was better than Sophia.

At least he didn’t act like a madman demanding that I save him.

It must be mentioned, Benjamin’s mental health remained remarkably good.

Despite being HIV-positive for over a year, he showed no signs of discomfort other than some weight loss.

At this moment, Sophia also came over. Upon looking at the diagnostic report, she laughed giddily.

“Wonderful, let’s go to hell together!” Sophia maliciously cursed.

In the year that followed, with Amelia’s cunning maneuvers, Sophia’s true nature was laid bare.

She was no longer the gentle, considerate, and understanding person she used to be, but rather like a dog, barking all day long.

Benjamin’s face was extremely gloomy and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Sophia.

Suddenly, he grabbed Sophia by the neck: “It was you, wasn’t it, you filthy woman. Being promiscuous is one thing, but trying to kill me is quite another.”

Sophia didn’t back down, spitting a mouthful of phlegm directly onto Benjamin’s face, “You’re the one who’s been flirting around, got infected at who knows when, and now you’re blaming me for this.”

Watching the two of them trying to kill each other, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

It used to be the two of them ganging up on me.

In the past, I would never have seen such a scene of mutual destruction.

“I was the one who suggested to Amelia to start a discord, which led Benjamin to think that Sophia had contaminated him.

Conversely, Sophia was convinced that it was Benjamin who had spread the illness.

The two engaged in a heated battle, neither one willing to give an inch.

Their once close-knit, interdependent partnership now appeared as nothing more than a bitter joke.

Benjamin, as a man, showed no mercy. His fists rained down on Sophia like hail.

Had it not been for the responsibility I felt for preventing a fatality in the hospital, I certainly wouldn’t have stopped Benjamin from beating Sophia.

In the end, Sophia was taken away, and Benjamin was detained by the police for questioning, which could last anywhere from ten days to a month.