Due to the earthquake, I found myself trapped under some rubble.
Trapped elsewhere was Wendy Smith. She was my husband, Steven Hough’s first love.
One of my arms was pinned beneath the debris and had already lost all sensation. Worse yet, I could feel a faint ache in my abdomen.
The footsteps of the rescue team could be heard approaching. Just like in my previous life, I heard the voice of my husband’s colleague, Reuben Landolf.
“Steven, your wife’s GPS signal is coming from here!”
The rubble above me was removed, and the beam from a flashlight shined on my face.
I caught sight of Reuben’s ecstatic face.
“Yelena, don’t worry! We’re going to get you out right away!”
Yet, my husband looked distracted. His work phone started buzzing, and he answered it without hesitation.
From the other end came a trembling female voice. “Stevie, where are you? It’s so dark here, and I’m really scared…”
I could imagine just how pitiful-looking Wendy was at the moment.
Steven’s gaze did not linger on me for even one second. Instead, he hurriedly comforted Wendy over the phone.
