Reborn50 Days Before The Apocalypse Now; My Ex Begs For Food
Fast-Paced PlotThird-Person POVGirl PowerApocalypseFace-SlappingRebornDecisiveCEOProtective
Sharon Ashford, a beautiful young woman with distinctive bow legs, never imagined that the two people she trusted most would become the reason for her death.
Betrayed by her husband, Michael Hargrove, and her best friend, Vivian Cole, Sharon lost everything before the apocalypse claimed her life.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn fifty days before the world collapses, Sharon is determined to rewrite her destiny. She will divorce Michael, reclaim her stolen inheritance, and prepare for the coming apocalypse. This time, nobody will take advantage of her kindness.
But as she uncovers a trail of stolen money and secret survival preparations, Sharon realises Vivian may be hiding something far more dangerous than an affair.
Then she meets Adrian Blackwood, a mysterious man who notices her unusual purchases. Neither trusts the other, but when danger forces them together, suspicion slowly gives way to respect—and perhaps something more.
When the Zombies came, Sharon must fight to protect everything she has built. And when Michael comes crawling back, begging for mercy and food, he will discover that the woman he betrayed is gone.
This time, Sharon will survive. And her enemies will pay.
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Chapter: Two weeks Late Chapter SixThe receipt was still crumpled in Sharon's fist when she reached her car.She sat behind the wheel with the engine off, staring at the name until the letters blurred. Vivian Cole. The loops were round and cheerful, the same handwriting that had signed every birthday card Sharon owned.She had kept those cards in a shoebox for years. Even in her last life, in the final days, she had thought of that shoebox and wished she could go back for it.She remembered her parents' funeral. Her knees had given out at the graveside, and one pair of arms had caught her.I'm here, Vivian had whispered into her ears.I'm not going anywhere. For eight years, Sharon had believed it.Her hands shook on the wheel. She had spent thirty-eight days building walls against Michael, her family, and the dead. She had never once built a wall against the girl who held her up at a funeral."Harbor Road, Unit 14," the delivery slip read.She drove.The wipers dragged back and forth across
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Chapter: Fifty Days Chapter Five"Mine?" Sharon gripped the phone. "I haven't signed anything.""The signature is a perfect match. Digital authorization from your private device, two weeks ago, scheduled for tonight." Daniel exhaled. "Someone with access to your phone and your handwriting planned this carefully."Michael.Her stomach turned. All those evenings he'd "helped" her with her phone. All those documents she'd signed without reading, because she trusted him.She remembered how he used to slide a paper across the kitchen table with one hand and a glass of warm milk in the other, smiling like a husband who cared. Sign here, sweetheart. Just boring paperwork. She had signed every time. She had even thanked him."Freeze everything," she said. "Now. Every account, every card, every key. Then meet me at the office in thirty minutes."By midnight, forty million dollars was frozen in a holding account. By one a.m., Sharon sat in Daniel's office with a mug of cold coffee, building the next fifty days
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Chapter: Blood Isn't Thicker Chapter FourAunt Helen's dining room smelled of roasted chicken and old grudges. Nothing had changed: the same ticking clock, the same heavy curtains, the same silence that always fell when she walked in unwanted.Sharon stood in the doorway with the brown folder under her arm. At the long table sat Uncle Richard, Aunt Helen, her cousins Carla and Ben, and her grandmother at the head, small and silent in her wheelchair.On the table, Helen had laid out Sharon's mother's good china, the cream plates with the thin gold rim that had always been kept in the cabinet for Christmas. Sharon's chest tightened. They had taken even that.She counted faces and felt the old grief rise. You all locked the gate. She thought.In her last life, on the day the zombies came, she had run barefoot through the streets to this house. She had pounded on this very door until her knuckles bled, begging. She had heard them inside. She had heard Carla whisper, "Don't open it, she'll bring them in."Then she
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Chapter: The Price Of Betrayal Chapter ThreeMichael's hands shook so badly the pages rattled."Why is her name on this?"Sharon kept her back to him, one hand on the doorknob. "Read the small print."He crouched, gathered the scattered pages, and found the last line of page nine. His lips moved silently."Recoverable assets transferred to third parties during the marriage," he read. "Beneficiary: Vivian Cole." His voice cracked. "A penthouse? A car? Forty thousand a month in..." He stopped."Sixty-two thousand, actually," Sharon said. "Paid from Hargrove's accounts, and disguised as consulting fees. The company I own fifty-one percent of.""You had me followed?""Two months ago, after I found a receipt for a ring that was never on my finger." She finally turned. "My lawyer has photographs, bank records, and a very detailed timeline. Embezzlement carries eight to ten years, Michael.""Those were business expenses," he stammered. "Consulting. Everyone does it.""Then you won't mind explaining it to a judge." She h
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Chapter: Sign itChapter TwoMichael laughed, a short, cracked sound."A divorce? You? You don't have a cent to your name, Sharon. Where would you even go?"Sharon didn't answer. She walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a worn suitcase, and set it on the bed. Her hands were trembling, not from fear but from the weight of a death only she remembered. In her last life, she had died watching her husband's arm wrap around another woman's waist.Not now. You can grieve later. You have fifty days."Answer me!""Sit down, Michael.""Don't you tell me to...""Sit. Down."Something in her voice made him obey. He dropped onto the edge of the bed, one hand pressed to his bruised shoulder, glaring at her like a cornered dog.Sharon opened the bottom drawer, lifted the false panel beneath her old sweaters, and took out a thick brown folder. She had hidden it there three years ago, on the night he first put his hands on her. She had told herself it was only a precaution. Some part of her had always known.She tossed
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Chapter: The DivorceChapter One"You good-for-nothing woman!"The voice cracked through the room like a whip. "You're still asleep? How dare you?"Sharon jolted upright, gasping as though she had surfaced from deep water. Her heart hammered against her ribs. For a moment she couldn't tell whether the sound in her ears was her own breathing or the echo of the screaming that had filled her final moments.She turned slowly. Her so-called husband stood right beside the bed, shaking with rage. He was the one man she had loved and sacrificed everything for.Her hands moved on their own, from her neck to her head, then down her arms and legs. There was no torn flesh and no blood. There was not a single wound. Her skin was warm and whole.I'm alive.Sharon ignored Michael and his rambling. Her eyes drifted to the calendar hanging beside the bed, and her breath caught. A red circle marked the date, fifty days away: her house-opening ceremony.The memory struck her all at once. The glass doors shattering. The gues
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