Chapter 3My Wife Blamed Me for Her True Love’s Death—In My Second Life, I Let Her Climb During the Landslide

"Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? First, you block me from leaving, and now you’re just standing there like an idiot?"

Mia rolled her eyes in exasperation, her tone dripping with annoyance as she stared at me.

"Move! I’m running late, and Henry’s already waiting for me!"

"Oh, uh, right."

I quickly stepped aside, clearing the way for her to leave.

"Mia, it’s raining today. Be careful out there, okay?"

I gave her a final reminder before she walked out the door, but she just brushed it off with a scoff.

"So what? I’ve dealt with worse. The riskier it gets, the better the views. Danger equals clicks, and Henry’s a real man. He always manages to make it out alive. With him there, we’ll be fine. What, you think everyone’s as useless as you?"

She shot me another disdainful look before slinging her hiking pack over her shoulder, grabbing her trekking poles, and heading out.

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the house eerily quiet.

I stared at the closed door for a moment, and then let a cold smirk curl across my lips.

Mia, this is the path you chose. Let’s see how your arrogance and stupidity serve you now.

As in my last life, the rain started not long after she left.

Heavy, relentless rain.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the storm rage outside. The rain came down in sheets, pounding against the glass, driven by fierce winds.

The weather only got worse.

The National Weather Service issued a flash flood warning, schools canceled classes, and underground parking garages in several neighborhoods were completely flooded.

The wind was so strong that even thick, mature trees were snapping and falling over.

A breaking news alert flashed across my phone screen:

"Emergency Bulletin: Due to heavy rain, a landslide has occurred on Boulder Mountain. Roads leading up the mountain are now blocked by debris. Residents are advised to stay away from the area for their own safety."

Reading the news, I couldn’t help but let out a quiet, cruel laugh.

Boulder Mountain.

That was the very mountain Mia and Henry had gone to film their video.

The mountain was infamous for its treacherous terrain. Landslides were so common that even locals avoided it, let alone tourists.

But Mia and Henry, in their endless pursuit of views and adrenaline, had decided to climb it during a storm.

Just like in my last life, Boulder Mountain had collapsed again.

By now, they were either buried under the falling rocks or trapped somewhere in the rubble. Either way, there was no happy ending for them.

"Ring! Ring!"

My phone suddenly buzzed, cutting through the silence.

It was Mia.

Her name flashed across the screen, the word "Honey" glaring at me in bold letters.

I stared at the phone as it vibrated in my hand, but I didn’t answer.

I didn’t hang up either.

Forty-five seconds later, the call ended on its own.

I remained exactly where I was, silent and still.