All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 981 - Chapter 990

Cavin Hartman stood up without responding to her. He passed his cue to an attendant and turned to walk toward the lounge area.Vivian bit her lip as she watched his retreating back. Shame surged violently through her chest. She forced herself to swallow it down and followed, each step feeling heavier than the last.By the lounge chair stood a tall, elegant woman, dressed head-to-toe in designer labels. The moment Cavin approached, she stepped forward with a soft smile and handed him a pristine handkerchief.Vivian took in the scene, her eyes lingering on the woman for a moment longer.Cavin casually wiped his hands, then flopped into the chair and crossed his legs, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.Seeing that he clearly had no intention of acknowledging her, Vivian walked over and said gently, “Mr. Hartman, if you’re not in the mood to talk right now, I understand. I can wait until you’ve had a proper rest before discussing things.”Her tone couldn’t have been more humble—Cavi

A torrential downpour soaked the earth, the air thick with moisture.Dragging her suitcase behind her, Sarah Sanders walked slowly to the gravestone. Her fingers trembled as they brushed over the cold, etched photo. Tears welled up in her eyes.“Dad… it was my fault. She was right. Everything happened because of me. If I had never met Zachary… if Vivian hadn’t set his sights on me… if none of it had happened, maybe I could’ve come home and still heard you nagging me like always.”She set the suitcase aside and sat down directly on the rain-soaked ground, uncaring of the mud seeping through her clothes. A bottle of wine, bought from the foot of the mountain, was placed gently in front of the grave.She cried as she spoke, voice hoarse, “I deserve it. I really do. But please don’t blame me, Dad. I didn’t mean to miss your final moments. I passed out that day—I didn’t run away.”---Meanwhile, at the Sanders estate, Melvin was pacing anxiously, his voice rising in panic as he called

Melvin rushed into the room, his breath caught in his throat as he took in Sarah’s pale face. Her delicate arm was hooked up to an IV, her skin ghostly, a cooling patch stuck to her forehead.He tried to stay calm. He really did. But no matter how many deep breaths he took, the storm inside him refused to settle.“Sasa, tell me—what did my mother say to you?”Only then did Sarah turn her head to look at him. She’d never once put up walls with Melvin—never met him with this kind of cold detachment. Her voice was soft, but distant. “She didn’t say anything.”Melvin’s brow furrowed. “That’s impossible. With her personality? You and I both know she must’ve said something. Don’t take any of it to heart.”Sarah bit her lip and shook her head. Her eyes shimmered, full of unshed tears. She didn’t want to listen to Mrs. Sanders. She hadn’t wanted to. But even so… some of her words had hit too close to home.She wasn’t sure she had it in her anymore to start over. And she couldn’t afford t

Mia paused just before they reached the hospital room. She glanced up at Zachary, eyes wary, voice cautious.“Zach… did you do something wrong that really hurt Sarah?”Zachary didn’t know what Mia defined as “doing something wrong,” but he knew without a doubt—he had hurt Sarah.“…Yeah. It was my fault.”They were steps from the door when Mia suddenly stopped in her tracks.“Then… maybe Sarah doesn’t even want to see me either, right?”She lowered her gaze, thinking silently. When she looked up again, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She glared at Zachary with quiet blame.“It’s your fault. Maybe she hates me now, too.”“She acted kind to me, but it felt… fake. Like she was forcing it. Maybe she really just wants me gone.”Zachary gently ruffled her hair.“Don’t overthink it. Go in—you still want to show her the charm you got, remember?”Mia opened her hand, revealing the small safety charm she had picked up from a temple on their way there. She gave a determined nod an

Melvin could read it clearly from Mrs. Sanders’ expression—she was dead set on not saying a word.“Fine. Please leave my house, Mrs. Sanders.”“You want to cut ties with me?” Her voice rose sharply. “Let me tell you something, Melvin—that’s never going to happen! As long as you’re alive, my blood runs in your veins. I gave you this life! And now, you’re going to talk to me like this? All for an outsider? You’ve broken my heart!”She clutched her head and swayed on her feet.Melvin had intended to leave immediately. But seeing her like this, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.“Are you alright?”“Take me to the hospital. My head… I’m so dizzy…” She collapsed against him.Melvin had no choice. He supported her and took her to the hospital.---Meanwhile, at Leon’s villa.Sarah sat, arms bound to a chair, her expression bleak and cold. She looked up at Leon without surprise.“So this was your doing?”Leon stood before her, a twisted satisfaction tugging at the corner of hi