Returning from the Inferno, I Found My Child Divorcing Me, and My Husband Regretted It

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my son and I were trapped in a fire and burned to death. My husband, a firefighter, refused to answer my calls, convinced I was making a fuss. Only after I died did I learn that while we were suffering in the flames, he was busy helping the woman who had caused our deaths move house. When I woke up again, I was reborn. This time, I decisively asked for a divorce, determined to take my son far away from that scumbag and make the wicked woman who killed us pay for what she'd done. But I never expected that after I went abroad, my scumbag ex-husband would chase me across thousands of miles, his eyes bloodshot. “Jiang Ruoyu, I never agreed to the divorce! You're carrying my child. How can you just leave me like this?”