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The ground rumbled beneath my worn boots as I washed mason jars, a seemingly ordinary afternoon in my quiet kitchen. Then, Martha' s scream, thin and sharp with fear, shattered the peace: my mother-in-law was frozen, having stepped on something deadly in the old quarry land. I called my husband Jack, an ex-Army EOD tech, but his dismissive voice echoed a past life I' d already endured, confirming he was with his mistress Brenda. He laughed, calling me "hysterical," just as he had when his neglect contributed to Martha' s death once before, refusing to believe his own mother was in danger. A cold wave of memories washed over me: his past betrayal, Martha' s agonizing death, and his self-serving contempt, all replaying this horrific scene. Could I really trust him, the man who owed his life to my parents' sacrifice, to save his own mother now when he' d failed so callously? But this rebirth wasn't just a curse; it was a warning. I wouldn't let Martha die again. Drawing on fractured memories of Jack' s EOD training, I stepped onto the live explosive, taking Martha' s place. A sickening click affirmed my choice, marking the moment I chose defiance and survival – this time, things would be different.