Chapter 4My Wife Blamed Me for Her True Love’s Death—In My Second Life, I Let Her Climb During the Landslide

The phone rang again, buzzing loudly in the quiet room.

After letting it ring for a few seconds, I finally picked up.

The moment I answered, a barrage of angry yelling erupted on the other end.

“Jack, are you dead or something?! Why didn’t you pick up earlier? Don’t you know I’m in serious danger right now?!”

She wasn’t dead yet. That was my first thought, though I kept it to myself. Instead, I played dumb, feigning ignorance as best as I could.

“Oh, sorry, Mia, I fell asleep. What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Her voice trembled as she continued, but the connection was already breaking up.

“Help me… call someone to—”

The signal suddenly cut out.

“Mia? What’s happening? Are you okay? Mia?!”

“Help… BOOM—”

The call ended abruptly, leaving nothing but the flat, monotonous beep of a disconnected line.

I didn’t need her to explain. I knew exactly what had happened.

Boulder Mountain had claimed its victims once again.

I stood there, staring at the phone in my hand. The thought of what had happened to me in my last life—the poison, the humiliation, the slow, agonizing death—sent a wave of cold satisfaction through me.

If Mia and Henry were buried under the landslide, or trapped beneath the rubble, it would be nothing less than what they deserved.

But letting them die so easily? That wasn’t enough.

No, I wanted more.

After a moment of thought, I dialed 911.

If I didn’t make an effort to pretend to save her, someone might blame me for not trying. And I wasn’t about to take responsibility for her death—or Henry’s.

When the dispatcher answered, I put on my best panicked voice.

“Hello? Yes, please, I need help! My wife just called me—she said she’s in danger! Please, you have to save her!”

“Sir, calm down. Can you tell me where your wife is and what kind of danger she’s in?”

“I-I don’t know! She’s an influencer, always out filming hiking videos. Today, she said she was going with a friend to climb Boulder Mountain, but that’s all I know! I swear!”

“Boulder Mountain?” the dispatcher repeated, her voice rising in alarm. “There are still people up there? That area is completely unsafe right now!”

“I don’t know! Maybe? Please, you have to do something! What if she’s trapped? What if she’s hurt? Please, you have to save her!”

“Sir, we’ll dispatch a rescue team immediately. Please stay by your phone in case we need more information.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

After hanging up, I smirked to myself.

Boulder Mountain was a death trap. The storm had made it impossible to navigate, with mudslides and falling rocks blocking every path. Even the rescue teams wouldn’t dare go too close in these conditions.

Sure enough, after several failed attempts, the authorities called off the rescue until the rain stopped.

Later that evening, the police called to update me.

“Sir, we understand you’re worried, but the rain is too heavy, and it’s simply not safe for our team to proceed right now. We’ll resume as soon as the conditions improve.”

“I understand. You’ve already done your best. Thank you for trying…” I said, my voice trembling as though I were holding back tears.

“Don’t worry, sir. Once the rain stops, we’ll do everything we can to bring her back.”

“I appreciate it. Really, thank you.”

The storm lasted all night and most of the next day before finally subsiding.

The rescue operation resumed immediately, but Boulder Mountain was still dangerous. Falling rocks and unstable terrain slowed their progress significantly.

Another day and night passed before they managed to locate Mia and Henry.

But by then, the damage was already done.

The rescue crew pulled Mia and Henry from a pile of rubble. Both were still alive—but barely.

Mia’s legs were crushed beyond repair, leaving her permanently paralyzed. Her face was so badly injured that it was beyond recognition. She would never walk again, and her once-beautiful face was now a patchwork of scars.

Henry, on the other hand, had escaped with only minor injuries. He was unconscious from exhaustion but otherwise unharmed.

When I arrived at the rescue site, I made sure to put on the performance of a lifetime.

I fell to my knees in the mud, crying hysterically as the cameras rolled.

“Mia! Where are you? Please, God, don’t take her from me! I can’t live without her!”

Firefighters rushed to pull me off the ground, patting my back and trying to comfort me.

“Sir, don’t worry. We’ll get her out safely. Just stay strong a little longer.”

Nearby reporters caught every moment on film.

One journalist even gave a heartfelt report to the camera, saying:

“In the face of tragedy, we’re witnessing the purest form of love. This man’s devotion to his wife is nothing short of inspiring. Let’s hope their love can overcome even the harshest of trials.”

When the story aired, the footage of me kneeling in the mud and begging for Mia’s safety went viral.

Social media exploded with comments praising me as a devoted and loving husband.

“This is the kind of love we all dream of. God, please don’t take her away from him!”

“I’m crying! He’s risking everything for her. What a hero!”

“I wish I had a husband like him. Mine would probably celebrate if I got buried in a landslide.”

“Please let her survive! If not for her sake, and then for his. It’s heartbreaking to see him like this.”

The internet ate it up.

By the time Mia was brought to the hospital, I’d become a national sensation.

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was her reflection in the hospital window—a shattered, unrecognizable face wrapped in layers of bandages.

All for a man who probably never cared about her in the first place.