All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 911 - Chapter 920

When Melvin finally got home, he wearily pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. As he bent down to take off his shoes, he noticed a pair of pink women’s slippers quietly sitting by the doorway.His brows furrowed. After changing into his indoor slippers, he loosened his tie and walked briskly toward the master bedroom on the first floor.As soon as he opened the door, a wave of cool air rushed out.The air conditioning was off. She wasn’t there.Melvin closed the door and instinctively glanced at his watch. A sharp throb pulsed behind his temple again. He took a deep breath, then pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.The call connected. A low, slightly hoarse male voice came through, tinged with irritation—clearly just woken up. “What is it?”“Is Sarah with you?” Melvin asked without preamble.Zachary sat up instantly. His dark eyes gleamed coldly in the dim light. “I dropped her off around eleven. Isn’t she asleep?”Melvin gave a noncommittal hum, the pit in hi

But it wasn’t the Chancer family’s reputation that stopped James from leaving. It was the realization that he no longer had the right to be by her side.What gutted him most was knowing that Sarah probably didn’t want to see him anymore either.The thought made James let out a bitter laugh. In the blink of an eye, all the power and presence he carried disappeared. What remained was nothing but the quiet despair of a man who couldn’t have the woman he loved.Mrs. Chancer, meanwhile, was still going on, her voice sharp and full of venom. “Hmph. If you ask me, this is karma. She brought this on herself. Heaven’s just returning the favor.”Seeing James no longer seemed intent on leaving, Charlotte relaxed a little. She walked over to support Mrs. Chancer and added in a soft, soothing voice, “Mom, maybe Miss Sanders got herself into trouble with someone she shouldn’t have crossed. That’s probably why this happened.”James had no interest in watching them put on their performance. Witho

“The doctors said they’ve done everything they could. Miss Sanders is no longer in critical condition,” the attending physician reported. “But as for why she’s still unconscious—we haven’t yet identified the cause.”Sarah had been in surgery for a full twenty-four hours. And for those same twenty-four hours, Zachary had been sitting outside the operating room, not eating, not drinking—barely even moving.His assistant didn’t dare persuade him to rest. Zachary looked like he was standing on the edge of a bottomless cliff, one small step away from breaking apart completely.When the surgery finally ended, Zachary staggered to his feet. At the doctor’s words, a flicker of hope lit his eyes—only to fade just as quickly into a dull, defeated gray.Unshaven and worn out, he leaned against the observation window, staring at the woman lying motionless in the hospital bed. The guilt and regret clawing at his chest were so fierce it felt like his heart was being torn in two.Just then, his

Just as she had suspected after seeing those photos and the bracelet, Sarah must have suffered some kind of trauma that caused her to lock these memories away in the deepest part of her mind. And now, the car accident had forced her to confront them.She took a deep breath and slowly lowered her hands. When she opened her eyes again, both Zachary and Mia were gone.In their place, she saw a blur of scenes flashing past—Zachary with a woman, from morning to night, like a carousel spinning too fast to stop.Her heart skipped a beat.That woman beside him... it was her.Even just one glance, and she knew. It was herself.These fragmented images must have been scenes from her past with Zachary—the ones she had buried and sealed away. But now, they were being peeled open, one layer at a time.Zachary holding her. Zachary laughing. Zachary running toward her, worried.Each version of him felt so familiar... yet so distant.Everything they had once shared, every little moment, now pl

Just as Sarah lunged forward in a panic, two men entered through the door and pinned her down.She struggled but couldn’t break free. Furious, she shouted, “What are you planning to do to her? I’m warning you, think carefully. Do you even know who her brother is? Zachary will find this place—aren’t you afraid of him?”Her words only seemed to provoke the man with scar further. He shoved Mia away with a sneer, then walked over and grabbed Sarah by the chin, forcing her to look up at him.“You should worry about yourself before you start worrying about anyone else,” he hissed.He slammed a sharp knife against her cheek. The blade gleamed with a cold, deadly light. Sarah’s heart seized in fear.“Zachary Reynolds?” he scoffed. “He’s probably having sex with that Miss Wilson at some fancy hotel right now. Don’t tell me you actually believed he got involved with you out of love? That’s laughable.”Sarah’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?”Scarface chuckled darkly. “You rea