All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1090

Leon stood up immediately and followed Julian out of the room.Outside the villa gate, a woman in a pure white down coat stood with a dagger pressed to her neck. The front gates opened just as a car pulled in. A man stepped out, carrying a medical kit, and followed the driver into the house.Leon and Julian stopped at the front entrance. Leon’s expression darkened as his eyes landed on the woman.“What are you trying to do?”“I want to see Sarah.”Leon’s face hardened. Julian spoke first.“Looks like you’ve already forgotten what happened last time. You actually have the nerve to show up in front of us like this? Did Steven not tell you that there are backups of the surveillance footage? Who gave you the guts to come here and threaten him? You think your life is worth that much?”Scarlett’s legs were shaking. She couldn’t stop trembling as she stared at the man who had started everything, the one who had caused her pain. The dagger in her hand trembled too, but she forced hers

By the time the recording ended, Sarah’s face was streaked with tears. She clutched her chest as if the pain itself had sunk deep into her bones.The doctor didn’t say a word. He quietly handed her a box of tissues.Sarah wiped her tears quickly. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart.She noticed the recorder was still playing. Through the headphones came Melvin’s voice.“Sarah, I’m sorry I never let you hear your father’s last words sooner. Before your memories came back, I didn’t want you to know the truth. At least you were able to smile, even for a while. The truth is too heavy. It’s like having a stone pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe. I know that feeling. Every year on your father’s memorial day, I feel it too. Knowing the truth but having to act like nothing’s wrong when I look at you—it’s torture. But now you’ve heard his words yourself. So get back up, Sarah. When that conspiracy resurfaces, tear it apart with your own hands. Don’t let your father down.”

“The rest?” Sarah echoed softly, but didn’t press further. She knew better. Walls had ears.Scarlett had risked everything to come here just to say these things. Sarah understood she had to play her part well.“This is an opportunity, Sarah. We need to make the most of it,” Scarlett said, pulling her into a hug. “You were the one who pulled me out before. This time, let me be the one to pull you back.”As she got up to leave, she reminded her again, “Don’t forget what I told you. Just follow the plan. Leave the rest to us.”Sarah nodded firmly. “I will.”When Scarlett walked out, she cast Leon a strange look—subtle, but loaded with meaning. It wasn’t anger or pleading. It was calm, knowing, and almost mocking.Leon was caught off guard. He had expected her to fight tooth and nail to take Sarah away. He’d even prepared for it. But this? This silent confidence? It unsettled him.It was the kind of look that said she knew something—something buried deep, something that involved him

Vivian tried to move, but the sharp pain that shot through her body made her freeze in place. It felt like being pierced by needles. Her breath caught; the pain dragged her back to reality.She sank slowly back into the warm water, trying not to make it worse.A knock sounded on the door—loud, impatient, grating against her raw nerves. She clenched her jaw, dried herself quickly, and slipped into a loose set of clothes. When she peered through the peephole and saw who was outside, a wave of irritation rolled through her.“Bang, bang, bang!” The knocking grew louder.She yanked open the door, her expression cold.Outside stood a middle-aged man with a sour face. “What took you so long? What were you doing in there?”“Watch your tone, Uncle,” Vivian said sharply. The man was her uncle, Henry Wilson, and his wife stood right behind him, peering nosily into the apartment.Her aunt gave a high, artificial laugh. “Oh my, were you showering? In the middle of the day?” She grabbed Vivia

Henry’s wife stumbled backward as Vivian shoved her out the door. “You’re being disrespectful to your elders!” the woman snapped.Henry clenched his jaw, clearly furious but unwilling to strike back at his niece. Before he could speak, the door slammed in his face.Inside, Vivian leaned against the door, her body trembling. The woman’s taunts echoed in her head. Golden girl. That was what everyone used to call her — the granddaughter her grandfather adored, the one who was supposed to carry the Wilson name forward.Now she was nothing but a shell of that girl.No matter how many times she tried to forget, the memories clawed their way back — the fear, the blood, the shame. And behind it all, Zachary. He held the footage that could destroy her completely, and she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use it.Henry’s claim about wanting to “save” the company was laughable. He didn’t care about Wilson Corp. He just wanted to squeeze whatever value was left before it collapsed.She knew exact