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Chapter 109: The Comeback Collection
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Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 111: Jessica's Final Letter
The museum opening for "Before, During, After" was scheduled for October. Three months away. I tried not to think about it too much—the attention, the press, the return to public life even temporarily.Instead, I focused on the garden. Marcus and I had planted tomatoes, herbs, flowers. Watching things grow from seeds to plants to harvest felt meaningful in ways I couldn't fully articulate.One afternoon in late July, a young woman appeared at our cottage. I was weeding the garden when I heard a car pull up.She was maybe eighteen, nineteen. Dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nervous energy radiating off her. She carried a large envelope and a portfolio case."Can I help you?" I asked, standing up and brushing dirt from my jeans."Ms. Nott? I'm Claire. Claire Patterson. I'm..." She took a breath. "I'm Jessica Patterson's granddaughter."The name hit me like ice water. Jessica. Dead for years but still capable of reaching out from the grave."Jessica's granddaughter.""Yes. I know you
Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 110: The Museum Gift
The Metropolitan Museum of Art planned the exhibition opening for October. Six months to design the space, create educational materials, prepare the public programming.I stayed mostly uninvolved. Answered questions when asked. Approved the layout. But otherwise let the museum professionals do what they did best."You're surprisingly hands-off about this," Emma commented one day when the museum called with questions I deferred to their judgment."It's not mine anymore. I created it. I told my story. Now it belongs to everyone who needs it. The museum understands that better than I do."The marketing campaign was massive. "Before, During, After: The Bethany Nott Retrospective." Posters on subways. Articles in every fashion magazine. Social media campaigns. The museum was positioning it as more than fashion—as art about survival and transformation."This could be one of our most visited exhibitions," the director told me. "People respond to the honesty. To seeing someone's journey from
Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 109: The Comeback Collection
The library show was small but meaningful. Local people came to see the impossible designs. They didn't understand fashion history or technical construction. They just saw beauty and responded to it."That dress made me cry," one woman told me. "I don't know why. It's just a dress. But it made me feel something."That was the point. Art that made people feel.But after the show, I couldn't stop thinking about Emma's painting. The triptych she'd created in Florence years ago. "Before, During, After."It had captured our journey perfectly. The innocence of before. The survival of during. The wisdom of after.What if I did the same thing with fashion? Created a collection that told that story in fabric and thread?Not for Nott Designs. Not for sale. Just as art. As a final statement about the journey from naive designer to hardened survivor to healed creator.I mentioned it to Marcus one morning over coffee."I want to create one more collection. Not commercial. Not practical. Just... co
Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 108: The Simple Life
The cottage became home faster than I expected.We fell into rhythms that had nothing to do with deadlines or obligations. Marcus woke at dawn to photograph the light on the stream. I made coffee and sketched whatever caught my eye—birds at the feeder, frost patterns on windows, the way leaves accumulated in the garden.We cooked together. Real cooking, not grabbing takeout between meetings. We'd drive to the farmer's market on Saturdays, buy whatever looked good, figure out recipes together."I didn't know you could cook," Marcus said one evening as we made risotto from scratch."I couldn't. I'm learning. That's the point of this, right? Learning who we are when we're not in survival mode."The town nearby was small. Population 3,000. Everyone knew everyone. The woman at the coffee shop learned our orders. The man at the hardware store gave Marcus gardening advice. The librarian recommended books.No one cared that I'd built a fashion empire. No one asked about my past. I was just Be
Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 107: The Simple Life
# The cottage became home faster than I expected.We fell into rhythms that had nothing to do with deadlines or obligations. Marcus woke at dawn to photograph the light on the stream. I made coffee and sketched whatever caught my eye—birds at the feeder, frost patterns on windows, the way leaves accumulated in the garden.We cooked together. Real cooking, not grabbing takeout between meetings. We'd drive to the farmer's market on Saturdays, buy whatever looked good, figure out recipes together."I didn't know you could cook," Marcus said one evening as we made risotto from scratch."I couldn't. I'm learning. That's the point of this, right? Learning who we are when we're not in survival mode."The town nearby was small. Population 3,000. Everyone knew everyone. The woman at the coffee shop learned our orders. The man at the hardware store gave Marcus gardening advice. The librarian recommended books.No one cared that I'd built a fashion empire. No one asked about my past. I was just
Reborn to Destroy Him Chapter 106: Marcus's Health Scare
Two years passed in relative peace. Emma Chen Designs continued to thrive. Sophia became a partner, not just an employee. Together they were revolutionizing sustainable fashion for their generation.I spent my time consulting for Emma's brand when she asked, mentoring young designers through the foundation, and actually enjoying my semi-retirement.Marcus was supposedly retired too. But "retired" for Marcus meant traveling constantly for photography projects, teaching workshops, documenting social movements, never slowing down."You're doing too much," I told him one morning as he packed for yet another trip."I'm fifty-five, not dead. I'm fine.""You're exhausted. When was the last time you took an actual vacation? Not a work trip. A vacation.""I don't know. Italy? That was seven years ago.""Exactly my point. You need to slow down.""I will. After this project. It's important. Documenting climate refugees. The story needs to be told."He kissed me and left for JFK. Three days later
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