Deep Freeze Apocalypse: I Took Back My Life!

In my previous life, when the extreme-cold apocalypse arrived, my husband Ethan and my son Noah locked me outside the door for supplies and let me freeze to death there.

It was my good friend Kelly who saved me. She dragged me into her empty apartment.

We got through a period of days depending on each other for survival. Just when I could keep going,

Ethan appeared with Kelly’s husband Rick. For the little bit of supplies we had left, they killed us both!

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to one month before the apocalypse.

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“Claire, hurry up and get out of bed and make breakfast for our son. What are you still sleeping in for!”

I looked up and met his handsome face, but it was filled with disgust.

The suffocating feeling from when I was on the verge of death in my last life seemed to still be right in front of me as I looked at everything before my eyes.

I understood—I had been reborn!

Noah yawned at the doorway, his eyes sweeping over me with contempt.

“Sure enough, an ugly woman like you only knows how to be lazy.”

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t feel the heartbreak and sorrow from my last life.

When I died in my last life, Noah was holding a knife in his hand, standing beside his dad.

He chose them.

Ethan fastened his coat and walked out without looking back.

“I’m very busy today. Don’t wait for me for dinner tonight.”

The door slammed shut with a “bang.”

I stared at that door, my fingertips turning cold.

The apocalypse hadn’t arrived yet.

But I clearly remembered everything.

My marriage with Ethan began with love, and our son Noah was the crystallization of that love.

But as time passed, they both changed.

Ethan grew tired of me, who had always been running the household and working and therefore neglected managing my appearance, and he often found excuses to go out and sleep with a mistress.

My son despised me even more, saying I was old and faded, not as good as the mothers of his rich second-generation classmates!

In my last life, thinking of so-called “family affection” and “love,” I was always unwilling to leave.

I always thought that as long as they saw my efforts, they would return to this home again.

But I never expected they could really be this selfish.

They were afraid there wouldn’t be enough supplies to share, so they tricked me out of the house.

And then, because supplies were lacking, they killed us and seized the supplies.

At this moment, my heart was colder than that extreme cold!

I finally understood: in the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing is people.

The way they looked at us back then still makes my hair stand on end even now.

Fortunately, now I had been reborn.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my nails digging into my palm, forcing myself to calm down.

At this moment, an image suddenly flashed through my mind.

When Ethan and Noah were counting supplies in my last life, that familiarity, that composure—it wasn’t like they were scrambling at the last minute.

They looked like they had been waiting for this day.

I threw off the blanket and got out of bed. Without revealing anything, I first made breakfast for Noah, and after watching him leave for school,

I immediately walked toward the underground storage room to confirm one thing.

The storage room was very quiet. I checked every corner carefully, and in the end I knocked on the wall with my hand. Sure enough, it let me discover something unusual behind an oil drum.

Behind the wall panel was a hidden door, and the space behind that hidden door was larger than I imagined.

Rows and rows of canned food were stacked neatly.

Fuel barrels had labels on them.

Thermal blankets, emergency medicine, backup power—there was even a small generator.

Supplies filled up half the space.

I stood at the doorway, a chill running down my back again and again.

Could it be that Ethan had always known the extreme cold was coming?

I suddenly realized why Ethan had always been urging me to buy so many things, and yet the food I struggled to carry back was quickly used up.

I could only keep telling myself that men naturally eat a lot, and besides, our son was also at the age of growing.

Everything I paid for out of my own pocket had all become his supplies to get through the cold!

And in the end, he still wanted to lock me outside the door!

I slowly closed the hidden door, becoming calmer and calmer.

Now was not the time to get hung up on how he knew.

In my last life, I died outside the door.

In this life, I will let them know: the real apocalypse is not the blizzard.

It’s me finally no longer being soft-hearted.