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Rebirth
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2026-05-06 18:48:46Kara's POV.
I knew I had to go back home to demand an explanation for everything that was going on. So as soon as the doctor discharged me, I decided to go home. "You can't leave yet, miss." The doctor suddenly stopped me and I frowned. "What? Why?" "Mr. Xavier demanded that you wait for him to get back from his meeting. Apparently, he has something important to tell you." The doctor responded and I narrowed my eyes at him. "He told you that?" "Yes. So please be patient." The doctor almost bowed and exited the ward, while I sat there confused. I was grateful to Xavier for all the help he had rendered but what could possibly be important that he wanted to see me for? I tried to rank my brain for what the topic might be but nothing was popping up. Besides, two nights ago, when I asked him about the kiss, he told me it never happened and I was probably so drunk that I mixed things up. He even teased me about having a crush on him. "Well, he can see me later," I muttered under my breath as I left the hospital, deciding that whatever Xavier wanted to see me for, couldn't be as important as what I had to ask Jeremy. I took a taxi back to the estate, and when I walked in, I was surprised by the transformation of the house decor, but that didn't hurt me; it was the pictures on the wall that did. My photos with Jeremy had all been replaced with those of him and Brittany. "Oh! You here?" I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see Brittany, with her head standing tall. "Yes, and I can see you have moved in." I smiled weakly, trying to ignore the ache in my heart. "Of course I have. It's where I belonged in the first place." Brittany laughed, before taking a step closer to me. "You know, you are so easy to manipulate." She began and I furrowed my brows at her. "I don't understand." "Two years ago, everything was planned. I intentionally drugged you so you could end up in bed with Jeremy and that way, I would be able to cancel the engagement and fly out of the country for a new modeling gig I just got." She revealed and my jaw dropped. Wait! She did what? "It was quite easy, considering you have always had a crush on Jeremy," Brittany said and rage burned through my veins. "Does Jeremy know this?" "Of course. I mean we planned it together." Jeremy spoke up behind her and I went pale, my hands trembling. "W-what?" "Yes. You see, I finally figured out why my mum always hated you. It was because your parents, before they died, stole everything from her, and my mother wanted at all costs to make you suffer for their sins, so we came up with a solution." "Since I already proposed and Brittany got a huge offer, calling off the engagement would be a waste, especially since you are so in love with me, so why not take advantage of your love for me?" Jeremy began with a chuckle, his words punching me in the guts. "Yes, you kissed Xavier, but I tricked him into thinking I wanted to help you to your room, but then, you were too touchy despite being drunk, so we ended up having sex, and I called the press myself, knowing you would protect me." I couldn't take the truth anymore, my legs wobbled as my vision suddenly grew blurry. I immediately leaned on a poll, trying to stabilize myself. "So it's true that you really poisoned me?" I struggled to ask and Jeremy nodded without remorse. "Yes. I got tired of you clinging, besides we already got what we wanted from you. The inheritance your parents left you." Jeremy said and my blood turned cold. I had an inheritance? I widened my eyes at him and he scoffed. "Oh please! Don't look so surprised. Your family lawyer has been looking for you for years, ever since you got lost in the orphanage after the accident, but my mum recognized you because of the birthmark, the one I made you hide so they would never find you." "Then he created an artificial one for me and together, we claimed the inheritance," Brittany smirked, and I bit my lower lip, hatred buzzing through me. No, none of them could go scot-free with all of these. "You know..." I laughed, surprising them. "I wonder what the press would say once they hear everything I have recorded." I watched with satisfaction as all colors drained out of their faces, especially when I showed them the device connected to my cloth. I turned to leave when; "You bitch." Brittany grabbed me from behind and slammed my head hard, against the wall. "Bri, nooooo." I heard Jeremy scream, but it was too late. I could feel life going out of me as tears rolled down my cheeks. Was this how I was going to end? But I deserved none of this. I couldn't let them win, and if possible, I wanted a second chance at life. ......... ......... I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm ringing and groaned, standing up to stretch when a familiar pain hit me in the chest, and I coughed up blood. I froze, my mind reeling as I recognized the room I was in. Wait! Wasn't I dead? Didn't Brittany kill me? Just then, the door opened, and Jeremy walked into the room, clad in the same suit he wore the day he served me the divorce papers. He was on his phone as usual, and I gasped as the realization hit me. It couldn't be. I hurriedly grabbed my phone to check the date, and my lips parted from surprise as I discovered that I had been reborn three days before my death. If I could recall properly, today was the day I found out about his betrayal and also the day I discovered I was poisoned. I hurriedly sat on the back, trying to calm my racing heart as I realized that my fate was now in my hands. This meant that if I could hurriedly go to the hospital now, I could be saved, with my unborn child. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the urge to cry when Jeremy touched me. "Are you okay?" I flinched from his touch, glaring at him as I remembered all he did. Too bad, life was starting all over again. This time, I get to serve the divorce first.
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Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex She’s back
“Brittany is in New York,” I said.Xavier took the phone from my hand and looked at the photograph for three seconds. Then he handed it back and pulled into the next lane without a word, his jaw set in that particular way that meant he was thinking fast and didn’t want to say anything until he had finished.“She wasn’t supposed to be back yet,” I said. “The outline I had in my head put her return weeks from now. After the divorce. After the inheritance filing gained ground.”“Irish accelerated the timeline.” His voice was flat. “The press story this morning wasn’t just about discrediting you. It was about signaling Brittany to move.”I scrolled through the rest of what Marcus had sent. Three more photographs, different angles of the same hospital entrance, taken over a span of about twenty minutes. Brittany wasn’t going inside. She was standing outside. Looking. Mapping the layout, the entrance points, the foot traffic pattern.My stomach tightened.“She’s not there to visit anyone,”
Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex That night
“Jeremy lied to you,” Xavier said. “About all of it.”He wasn’t looking away. That was the first thing I noticed. Most people, when they are about to say something that costs them something, find a spot on the wall or the table or their own hands to look at. Xavier looked directly at me, and the steadiness of it told me this was not a confession he was making reluctantly. It was one he had been carrying for two years waiting for the right moment to put down.“Tell me exactly what happened,” I said.He exhaled slowly. “You were drunk that night. Not a little drunk. You had been drinking since early evening because watching Jeremy propose to Brittany had broken something in you and you were trying to get ahead of the pain before it caught you.” He paused. “I found you at the bar alone. You were already past the point of making good decisions and I was going to take you home. Just take you home. That was the only thing I intended to do.”“But you kissed me,” I said.“You kissed me.” His
Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex What Xavier knows
WHAT XAVIER KNOWS“Tell me,” I said.He didn’t reach for a soft way to say it. That was one thing about Xavier that I had always noticed without letting myself think about too much. He didn’t dress things up. He didn’t build you a comfortable chair before he handed you something painful. He just handed it to you and trusted you to hold it.“Irish Devonte knows about the pregnancy because she arranged for someone inside the hospital to pull your records the same day you were admitted.” He held my gaze. “She has known since yesterday morning. Before the dinner. Before she came to the house.”I sat with that.She had sat across from me at that dinner table last night with the full knowledge of my pregnancy already in her hands. She had held my hands when she left and looked me in the eyes and delivered her quiet warning and she had known the entire time.“What does Jeremy want to tell me?” I asked.“After you left Ashford’s office this morning, Irish called Jeremy again. She told him som
Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex Xavier
XAVIER“Get in the car, Kara.”He said it the way someone says something they have already decided, not a request, not a suggestion, just a fact waiting for me to catch up to it. His voice was low and even and his eyes were already moving past me to the building entrance like he was checking whether anyone had followed me out.I didn’t move. “How do you know where I am?”“Marcus called me.” He pushed off the car and took two steps toward me. Close enough that I could see the tension he was carrying in his jaw, the kind that meant he had been standing out here working very hard at looking calm. “The press story broke eight minutes ago. It is already being picked up by three major outlets and Irish Devonte’s publicist is feeding quotes to anyone who will print them.” He looked at my face. “You have maybe ninety minutes before a photographer finds this address.”I looked at him. This man I had known for two years in my first life and two years again in this one, who had always been in th
Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex Five minutes
FIVE MINUTES“What exactly is she going to tell them?”I asked it quietly. No shake in my voice. No spike of fear that anyone in that room could see. Just the question, clean and direct, because the only way to measure a threat was to understand its actual shape.Jeremy looked at the phone in his hand like it had just become something heavier than it was. “She says she has medical documentation. Proof of the pregnancy. She will frame it as you trapping me. Trying to use a baby to stop the divorce.”“That’s her move,” I said. “A pregnant woman using her unborn child as leverage against a man trying to leave her.” I let the words sit in the air for a second. “That’s what she is selling to the press.”He didn’t deny it.I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Because somewhere behind his eyes I could see that he knew exactly how it sounded. He knew the shape of what his mother was willing to do and he had spent years choosing not to look at it directly and now it was sitting in the room wit
Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex The room
THE ROOMJeremy looked up at me the way you look at something that was not supposed to happen.Not angry. Not triumphant. Just stunned, like a man whose carefully arranged plan had just produced the exact wrong result and his brain was still catching up to it.I stood in the doorway and looked back at him and felt absolutely nothing on my face.“Close the door,” I said to Ashford.He did. His hands were shaking slightly. I noticed that and filed it away.The office felt smaller with three people in it. Jeremy was sitting in the client chair with one arm resting on the desk edge, the posture of a man who had arrived here believing he was in control of the room. That posture was already changing. I could see it in the way his shoulders adjusted when I didn’t react the way he expected.He had expected panic.He had expected me to freeze in the doorway, to look between him and Ashford and fall apart trying to understand how this had happened, to give him the few seconds of confusion he ne
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