REBORN: MARRIED TO A MYSTERIOUS CEO

Today was our fifth wedding anniversary, and my husband brought home a stack of divorce papers along with a pregnant woman.I stood silently in the middle of the massive living room of the Hayes mansion. Outside, the rain was pouring down. Cold streaks of water dripped from the hem of my trench coat onto the marble floor, leaving mottled stains.Involuntarily, I placed my hand on my lower abdomen, where a tiny new life had just begun to form.For the past five years, the only thing I possessed was a title that existed only on paper. Not a single public hand-hold, not a single word of congratulations, and absolutely... no wedding. I used to think that my endurance and the sleepless nights pulling overtime for the Hayes Group would earn me a real home.But right now, waiting for me on the coffee table was a stack of divorce papers. Inside the handbag I was clutching so tightly, the six-week ultrasound result suddenly felt like a cruel joke."Sign it."Dominic sat on the sofa, his deep v

The words "you and your child" hissed through Sera’s teeth, freezing me entirely in my tracks.As it turned out, she had no idea. Neither she nor my monstrous husband knew that the child had already been forced to death by their own hands the night before. She still thought my baby was alive, still harboring a frantic, venomous hatred for a poor soul that no longer even possessed a physical form.That cruel reality was like a torch dropped straight into the fuel tank of my chest. I no longer felt the pain, nor did I feel the cold. Staring intently into Sera’s contorted face, a hoarse laugh broke from my throat. "Me and my child? Sera Vance, are you truly that terrified of this baby?"My words stripped bare her cowardly fear, thoroughly driving her insane. Sera lunged violently, using every ounce of a madwoman’s strength to drag my battered body away from the elevator lobby. She slammed open the heavy emergency exit door, hauling me through the dark, cavernous stairwell, and dragged me

"Sera! Are you out of your mind?! Get down here right now!"Mrs. Fiona screamed in sheer terror, her aristocratic face instantly turning as pale as a sheet. Panic-stricken, she rushed forward to pull her daughter back, only to freeze when she caught sight of her eldest's extreme, unyielding resolve. Without pausing to question the real motives behind the stunt, she immediately played along to placate her darling girl, turning to pressure her husband instead:"Lord husband! Look at her, she means what she says! She is our eldest legitimate daughter; if anything happens to her, where will our family's honor go? If tomorrow the newspapers print that the eldest miss of the Vance family committed suicide over an arranged marriage, people will mock our household for lacking discipline. Either way, marriage is an alliance—just go along with her wishes and swap the betrothal!"Sera's recklessness, her total disregard for her own life, shocked Evelyn, who was still kneeling on the floor. In he

"Young Master, regarding your 11:00 AM schedule today: you have an appointment with Miss Vance in VIP Room 88 at Grand Restaurant to evaluate her suitability as the eldest daughter-in-law, as per the Old Madam's explicit request."In the lavish, dark-toned dressing room of the main manor, the elderly butler bowed respectfully, delivering the message with utmost caution.The man seated in the jet-black titanium alloy wheelchair did not so much as spare him a glance. Long, slender fingers nonchalantly adjusted the deep blue sapphire cufflinks on the pristine cuff of his dress shirt. The dark, frigid, and commanding aura emanating from him turned the air icy, making the room suffocatingly tense.His gaze swept over the thin file resting on the corner of the table—a brief, bulleted summary outlining her background from the scheming Vance family. Without a single ripple of emotion, he cold-bloodedly tossed the document straight into the trash, treating it like a piece of worthless garbage.

Reading the look on her face and the way her lips were moving, Evelyn preempted the outburst before it could slip out. Fearing that a public spectacle would complicate her plans, she had no patience to trade insults. A beat faster, her voice rang out cold, sharp, and absolute:"Where is security? Since when does the Grand allow uninvited riffraff to storm a VIP suite, harass guests, and cause a major disturbance while you stand around letting them bark like stray dogs? Drag these two unauthorized outsiders out of here immediately."In a heartbeat, three tall, impeccably uniformed security guards pushed through the curious crowd and marched directly into the suite. Their faces like stone, they planted themselves in the doorway, blocking the exit and giving a curt, uncompromising gesture. "I must ask you both to leave immediately, before we are forced to use physical measures."Sera refused to back down. Her eyes flared with furious indignation as she thrashed against the restraint, scr