My Husband Gave My Water to the Woman Next Door During a Heatwave Attack
A deadly heatwave swept across the city. My husband, ever so compassionate toward the
purified water I had carefully stockpiled and gave it to them.
single mother and her child next door, took all the
When I confronted him, anger burning in my chest, he exploded, stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum.
“The taps still run, don’t they? Stop being so delicate! Are you really going to fight a kid over water?”
Days later, the water supply was cut off. The neighbors, grateful only to him, offered him water but left me out in the scorching heat. Desperate and parched, I ventured out to find water, only to collapse from heatstroke and dehydration.
My husband and the neighbor thrived. They used the very supplies I had hoarded, surviving together and eventually building a new life together.
But fate had other plans. I woke up right before the heat wave hit. This time, my husband was once again dismissive of my preparations.
I smiled sweetly, nodding as if he’d delivered the wisdom of the century. “You’re absolutely right, dear.”
But in my heart, I vowed that this time, I wouldn’t lift a finger. Let him see how long they could survive without me.
Chapter 1
“Severe heatwaves will continue sweeping the nation over the next two weeks. Residents are urged to stay alert, avoid going outdoors, and take precautions against heatstroke!”
The familiar news alert sent chills down my spine.
In my last life, I had collapsed from heatstroke and dehydration, left to die under the relentless sun.
The memory of my skin burning came rushing back.
I shuddered, trying to shake off the haunting images as I wolfed down ten popsicles in a desperate attempt to cool my body and mind.
Then my phone rang.
My husband, Liam Carter, barked at me before I could even say hello.
“Jane! What’s your problem with Clara and her daughter now? Are you seriously picking on a kid who doesn’t even have a dad? How petty can you be?”
His relentless accusations, devoid of logic or fairness, momentarily stunned me.
No matter the situation, Liam always prioritized the mother–daughter duo next door.
He was a doctor, and years ago, a friend had died of a heart attack while he stood helplessly by.
Guilt–ridden, he had spent every day since trying to “make up” for it.
That was how Clara and her daughter ended up living next door on his dime. Leaky pipes, clogged drains, a crying child… big or small, he was always at their beck and call.
In my past life, I had taken the looming heatwave seriously. I had asked Liam to come with me to stockpile food and water.
But when the time came, he brushed me off, saying he needed to spend time with their daughter, Mia. “You’re overreacting,” he had said, dismissing my concerns as paranoia.
Frustrated, I texted Clara, asking her to let me have my husband for just one day. But my message only made her cry.
Liam, ever the knight in shining armor, called me moments later to tear me apart over the phone.
Left with no other choice, I went to the supermarket alone, battling the crowds of desperate shoppers for supplies. My arms were bruised and scratched by the time I hauled cartloads of goods back home.
But before I could catch my breath, Liam had already ordered workers to deliver everything to the house next door.
“Clara and her daughter are too frail to go out shopping,” he explained. “Think of this as a good deed; it’s good karma for you.”
When the extreme heat made stepping outside unbearable, he didn’t hesitate to give our last five gallons of purified water to the neighbors.
I confronted him, furious. “What about me? Do I not matter to you at all?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “There’s still water in the pipes, isn’t there? What are you, royalty? Fighting with a child over water, how selfish can you be?”
By the sixth day of the heatwave, the pipes ran dry. When I went to Clara for help, she hesitated, biting her lip.
“Jane, I’d really love to help, but we’re running low on supplies, too. It’s not that I’m being selfish, but Liam has done so much for us over the years…”
I didn’t let her finish. “Don’t you dare! Those supplies are mine! I bought them!”
But Liam didn’t care. He praised her for her “kindness” while berating me for being difficult.
“Stop making things hard for her. If you need water, go figure it out yourself!”
It was as if they’d both forgotten who had stockpiled the supplies in the first place.
Without me, neither of them would have survived.
Unable to argue or fight my way through, I left to search for water on my own, only to collapse and die in the suffocating heat.
But this time? I wouldn’t be their scapegoat again. I decided to take care of myself.
“Liam, you’re absolutely right,” I said sweetly, cutting into his tirade.
He seemed pleased with my compliance. “Good. Mia has no dad, so I need to look after them. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.”
I nodded along, keeping my tone docile. “Of course, I understand.”
The moment I hung up, I wasted no time calling a real estate agent.
If he wanted to play hero, fine. But I wouldn’t let him drag me down with him.
