All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Vivian felt a deep sense of disappointment. Was this what things had come to between her and Zachary? “I don’t know yet,” Zachary replied coldly. “But I’ll find out who’s behind it.” Vivian quickly unfolded the small table and took out the soup from the thermos. “Try it. I made it myself.” A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Remembering his grandfather’s words, Zachary didn’t refuse. He took a sip, then put the spoon down. “It’s good.” Vivian smiled sweetly. “If you like it, I can make it for you more often.” Then, as if casually, she added, “Zachary, Grandpa asked me about us today. He said he discussed it with your grandfather, and if you have no objections, we can get engaged first.” Zachary’s expression darkened. “Vivian, I’ve only ever seen you as a sister.” “But I don’t see you as a brother,” she countered, her voice trembling slightly. “Zac, all these years… I thought you knew how I felt.” Her heart pounded anxiously. How could Zachary reject her?

James clenched his fists, his voice filled with disbelief. “Mom, this is the solution you came up with?” Mrs. Chancer shot him a sharp glance. “Didn’t you hear her? Lucy is doing this of her own free will. She doesn’t want to see you or me upset. Besides, she has a psychiatric evaluation report—she won’t be convicted.” She added firmly, “And I’m doing this for your child!” James looked toward Lucy in the defendant’s seat, his heart twisting painfully. This was his sister—the same sister who used to demand revenge over the smallest grievances. Now, she was being forced to take the fall. Lucy continued, her tone eerily calm. “I’ve resented Sarah for a long time. It’s not a secret—most people here know it. Back at Adams University, I bullied her countless times. Even before this incident, she and I had deep conflicts. The villa incident was premeditated—I planned everything just to ruin her. I wanted to see her break down.” She spoke so smoothly, as if it were the absolute

Seeing that the student hadn’t started writing, Sarah gently nudged her. “There’s a dessert shop called ‘Taste Avenue’. It’s my favorite. If you can’t think of anything else, why not set aside an hour to try it? You’ve lived through so much bitterness—shouldn’t you at least taste something sweet?” The student hesitated for a moment before finally writing ‘Taste Avenue’ in the first box. Sarah smiled and continued, “Think back on everything you’ve ever wanted to do, and list it all down. Treat it like a bucket list—things you’ve wanted to eat but never allowed yourself to, things you wanted to buy but never did. Write them all down.” After a long moment of internal struggle, the student added a few more items to the list. “Bungee jumping? That’s a great choice!” Sarah commented. “They say the experience is like a near-death moment, and when you walk away afterward, it feels like being reborn.” Then she added, “But you forgot to factor in travel time. There’s no bungee jum

Sarah was stunned. The last time she had seen Tina, it was in her counseling office. After a simple therapy session, her condition had seemed to improve. But now, just three days later, she had become nothing more than a photograph in someone’s arms. She hadn’t even finished the plans they had mapped out together. Something had gone terribly wrong.A reporter held a microphone close to Sarah’s face. “Miss Sanders, please read the contents of the suicide note.” Sarah glanced at the reporter before lowering her gaze to the letter. "Life is so exhausting. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be alive. Miss Sanders, I followed your advice yesterday and started choosing things to do, just like you suggested. But the more I did, the worse I felt. Every time I completed something, the emotions only became stronger… I can’t do this anymore. Just like you said—once I finish everything, I can leave. But for someone like me, who never needed to do any of it in the first place, none

Sarah’s mind raced as she recalled every detail.Even when Mrs. Mendes demanded two hundred thousand dollars, she had subtly wiped away her tears, her fingers nervously clutching the fabric of her sleeve.Every little movement felt off. This wasn’t the grief of a mother who had just lost her child—it felt more like she was putting on a performance, as if she had come only for the money.But was it really just about the money?From what Tina had told her, her mother had loved her deeply. And Tina had loved her mother just as much.Sarah looked back at the suicide note, a strange unease creeping over her. The emotions in the first half were completely different from those in the second.It was almost as if… they weren’t written on the same day.Wait.Not written on the same day?A sudden thought struck her.What if the second half wasn’t written by Tina at all?Just as the idea took hold, her phone rang.Professor Wells’ urgent voice came through. “Sarah, come to the dean’s o