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Chapter 33: Let Me Wake Up In My Real Body
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2026-04-26 15:48:26
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Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter Thirty-four: The Pier Meeting
Elizabeth Pov I spend the whole day preparing for tonight, but no amount of preparation can calm the fear gnawing at my stomach.Midnight at Pier 47. An abandoned shipping district. Meeting someone who knows my biggest secret.Every logical part of my brain is screaming at me not to go. This is a trap. This is dangerous. This is exactly how people get killed.But I don't have a choice.If MK tells my father the truth, that his dead daughter is somehow alive in another woman's body, it will destroy him. He's already broken from losing me. Finding out I've been this close, watching him suffer, and never telling him? It would be too much. It might actually kill him.I can't let that happen.I sit on Claire's bed and pull out a piece of paper. My hands shake slightly as I write:If you're reading this, something went wrong. My name is Elizabeth Wakefield. I didn't die in that accident, I woke up in Claire Hart's body. I don't understand how or why. Jason and Jessica betrayed me. Marcus K
Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter 33: Let Me Wake Up In My Real Body
This woman is seriously strange. I can't figure out what she's trying to say. She doesn't recognize me, right? That would be completely insane.I shake off the thought and turn to walk away when suddenly a hand grabs my wrist. I spin around and see Jason standing there. His face is blank, unreadable.I yank my hand back immediately. The audacity of this man. His eyes widen slightly like he wasn't expecting me to pull away so forcefully. I can see the surprise flicker across his face before he tries to hide it."You look disturbed," he says, his voice softer than I expect. "Are you okay?"I stare at him for a moment, genuinely confused. What the hell is wrong with him? Who is he to ask if I'm okay? Since when does Jason Collen care about anyone but himself?I clear my throat and take another step back, putting more distance between us. "You don't get to stop me or grab my hand like that," I say firmly. "I don't want your wife to get the wrong idea.""She's not my wife." The words come
Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter 32: What The Hell Was That?
Elizabeth PovI didn't know what was wrong with me anymore.Claire's soul wouldn't let me concentrate. She kept pushing at the edges of my mind all morning, making everything feel foggy. Shouldn't she have been asleep by now? It was daytime. This was supposed to be my time.I remembered what Red said. Thirty days. That was all we had before everything fell apart. Thirty days to get my revenge, and I hadn't even really started.Just give me a week, I whispered inside my head. Hoping she could hear me. Hoping she'd back off and let me focus. Just one week and I'd figure the rest out.I shoved the report deeper into my bag. The one I'd taken from Jason's office that morning while he was in a meeting. I replaced it with a fake so he wouldn't notice. That report was important. It belonged to my father. Jason had no right to keep it.I stood up and headed for the door. Maybe some air would clear my head. But as I walked toward the cafeteria, something caught my eye through the big glass win
Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter 31: Rashford's Investigation
Rashford's Pov The taste of it was still in my mouth. The whole scene in Claire’s apartment, the broken lock, the knife on the floor, that piece of trash Danny pinned to the wall. And Claire, holding a phone with steady hands while her eyes were a storm of something I couldn’t name. The throw she’d used on Danny. That wasn’t a lucky shove. It was training. Expensive training.And then the way she’d broken in my arms afterward, but it didn’t explain the way she’d looked at me when she pulled away. That flicker in her eyes, gone in a heartbeat.Jessica’s furious words echoed: She’s lying about something!I’d dismissed it as jealousy. Now, I wasn’t so sure.I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing two sets of eyes in the same face. The wide, lost ones of the waitress in my café, and the sharp, challenging ones of the woman who’d faced me down over coffee. Two different people. Or one very good actress.I needed answers that didn’t come from her lips. I called an old contact, a guy named Leo who
Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter 30: The Hospital Vigil
Elizabeth's Pov Sunset feels like a sigh.One moment, I’m anchored in the warm, solid weight of Claire’s body, feeling the ghost of Rashford’s embrace like a brand on my skin. The next, the world turns to watercolor. Colors bleed, sounds soften, and I’m slipping… up. Out.It’s not a choice anymore. It’s a law. Like gravity in reverse.The city passes beneath me in a smear of light and shadow. I don’t control the direction. I’m a leaf on a current, pulled toward the one place my soul still recognizes as home.St. Augustine’s Hospital. Room 407.I pass through the wall like it’s mist. The room is dim, lit only by the cold, green glow of monitors. The air smells like antiseptic.And there I am.Elizabeth Wakefield. Or what’s left of her.She’s paler than the sheets. A sculpture carved from wax and wire. Tubes and lines snake from her arms, her nose, connecting her to the machines that go beep… beep… beep… in a rhythm that’s supposed to mean life. It sounds like a countdown.I float clos
Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband Chapter 29: Jessica's Revenge Plot
Jessica Wilson's POVHumiliation has a taste. It's all I've tasted for three days.That little nobody. That waitress. Smirking at me from the shelter of Jason's arms. Jason, throwing me out of my future husband's office. For her.I sat in the dim corner of a bar that was too expensive for its own good, swirling a glass of vodka I hadn't touched. The ice had melted. I didn't care. My reflection in the dark window was a ghost of the woman I was supposed to be, the elegant fiancée, the soon-to-be Mrs. Jason Collen. Now I just looked like a woman who'd been played.The door chimed. A man in a worn leather jacket slid into the booth opposite me. He didn't smile. His name was Kieran. He came recommended for being discreet and, more importantly, ruthless."You're the one with the problem," he said, not a question. His eyes were the color of dirty dishwater. They didn't look at me like a woman; they looked at me like a job."That problem," I hissed, leaning forward, "is named Claire Hart. I w
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