Reborn: I Give My Husband Back to His True Love

SydneyThe sharp sounds of silverware hitting plates filled the dining room as we gathered for yet another ‘family dinner.’I, for one, hadn’t touched my food, not that anyone noticed.I had no appetite. I was too deep in my own disbelief and grappling with my thoughts to care about food.Here I am, experiencing the worst day of my life.“You know, some women bring more than their charm and an image to a family.” This came from my father-in-law, Chairman Stanley, as he began his usual backhanded sarcasm towards me anytime we had dinner together.His voice was smooth, cold, and calculated as he swirled the wine in his glass.Of course, his ever-willing ally, Yanique— my sister-in-law, and the worst pain in the ass—was there to back him.His sharp eyes flicked to me for a moment before settling on his daughter. “Others, unfortunately, seem content to coast on the hard work of others.”Yanique smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink.“Oh, I know, Father,” she replied, her tone d

Sydney“Daddy, I’m home!” I called out, letting the doors of the Carter estate swing shut behind me with a satisfying thud.It felt strange saying it—those words, in this house—but I needed to say them aloud. I needed to hear them. I needed to remember that this moment was real. That I had been granted something most people never get: a second chance.And I wasn’t going to waste it.The familiar scent of mahogany polish and fresh lilies wrapped around me like a memory. This house—my home—hadn’t changed one bit. Every surface gleamed, every corner curated with the same quiet, powerful elegance my father was known for. The same elegance that made Prestige Global what it was. I stepped further in, heels clicking softly against the marble.“Sydney?” my father’s voice rang out from the hall, warm and surprised.I turned just as he rounded the corner, eyes lighting up the moment he saw me. “There she is,” he said, opening his arms wide with that signature grin that always crinkled the corner

SydneyMy heels echoed softly down the hall, the clink of glass and laughter still fading behind me as I followed just a few steps behind my father and Bryce.Dinner had ended smoothly—too smoothly if you asked me. Bryce had gone back to speaking numbers like he hadn’t just agreed to marry me as casually as signing off on a shipment. I was still trying to catch up, trying to decide if I was amused or annoyed. Probably both.My father slowed near the front door and turned to shake Bryce’s hand. “Well, son, this is the start of something good. I’ll have my assistant arrange the preliminary terms by morning.”Bryce nodded once, all that cool indifference still etched onto his face. “We’ll be in touch, Joseph. Thanks again.”Great. Now they’re on first-name basis.He glanced at me briefly. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. Nothing. And still… my stomach tightened.Then, just as he turned toward the door, Bryce paused and looked back over his shoulder.“Actually,” he said smoothly, “mind if

Sydney“Five minutes late. That’s unlike you, Miss Carter.”Bryce didn’t even look up when he said it. Just sat there on the rooftop terrace of the tucked-away café like he owned the sky itself.He had summoned me after my conversation with Eric ended. Well it didn’t really end. His silence just was never addressed, until he left.I rolled my eyes and pulled out the chair across from him. “You’re lucky I showed up at all. You don’t summon me in the middle of the night for unknown reasons. Clear?”He chuckled humourlessly and finally glanced up, and the breeze did that thing it always did in movies—swept through his hair, making that effortless ruffle. His shirt sleeve was rolled slightly at the elbow, like he was born with tailored arrogance.His gaze locked on mine, steady and unreadable. He didn’t smirk. Didn’t move. His eyes just swept down my body in that assessing way like he did the first time we met, but he said nothing.Which, somehow, made it worse.“You called me,” he said, t

SydneyIt was a beautiful day to annoy the hell out of my husband.And the best part? He wouldn’t say anything because he didn’t want to upset me.The sun was bright, the streets bustling, and I walked with purpose. For the first time in years, I didn’t tuck my head down or slip into the background like a quiet shadow.No, I walked like I wanted to be seen. Like I wanted the world to remember who I was.Cameras flashed from the corners of the high-end shopping district, and I didn’t flinch. People whispered behind their hands, their eyes widening as they recognized me.Sydney Carter, the golden princess of the Carter family, was back.I had spent the last three years avoiding attention. Keeping my head down. Playing the role of the obedient wife because it made Eric comfortable. He never liked the idea that people thought he married up. He preferred the illusion that we were equals, that his presence alone was what kept me shining. He hated that my last name carried more weight than hi