Semua Bab Reborn: I Give My Husband Back to His True Love: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The sharp sounds of silverware hitting plates filled the dining room as we gathered for yet another ‘family dinner.’I, for one, hadn’t touched my food, not that anyone noticed.I had no appetite. I was too deep in my own disbelief and grappling with my thoughts to care about food.Here I am, experiencing the worst day of my life.“You know, some women bring more than their charm and an image to a family.” This came from my father-in-law, Chairman Stanley, as he began his usual backhanded sarcasm towards me anytime we had dinner together.His voice was smooth, cold, and calculated as he swirled the wine in his glass.Of course, his ever-willing ally, Yanique— my sister-in-law, and the worst pain in the ass—was there to back him.His sharp eyes flicked to me for a moment before settling on his daughter. “Others, unfortunately, seem content to coast on the hard work of others.”Yanique smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “Oh, I know, Father,” she replied, her tone drippi

The Stanley estate had never been this quiet before.Not a single snide remark from Yanique. No disdainful glances from Chairman Stanley. Even my mother-in-law, who usually had a pitiful smile plastered on her face whenever I was being berated, had retreated into silence.A full week had passed since I announced I wanted a divorce.A full week of watching them tiptoe around me as if I were a ticking time bomb. A full week of silence.They didn’t want to lose me—not yet. I was still valuable to them. My father’s influence in Prestige Global Enterprises was too great for them to risk cutting me loose. Without his backing, their grip on the business wouldn’t be as firm.It was strange, almost eerie, how the house, once filled with veiled insults and cutting remarks, had turned into something… else.The tension hadn’t disappeared—it had simply shifted. Instead of open disdain, there was cautious quiet. Instead of outright hostility, there was forced kindness.Because they still needed me.

It was a beautiful day to annoy the hell out of my husband and make him feel like crap. And the best part? He wouldn’t say anything because he didn’t want to upset me.The sun was bright, the streets bustling, and I walked with purpose. For the first time in years, I didn’t tuck my head down or slip into the background like a quiet shadow. No, I walked like I wanted to be seen. Like I wanted the world to remember who I was.Cameras flashed from the corners of the high-end shopping district, and I didn’t flinch. People whispered behind their hands, their eyes widening as they recognized me. Sydney Carter, the golden princess of the Carter family, was back.I had spent the last three years avoiding attention. Keeping my head down. Playing the role of the obedient wife because it made Eric comfortable. He never liked the idea that people thought he married up. He preferred the illusion that we were equals, that his presence alone was what kept me shining. He hated that my last name carri

Eric took me to the orphanage, but it wasn’t a surprise.It loomed ahead, its stone walls worn but sturdy—the kind of place that housed too many children and not enough warmth. I stepped out of the car, smoothing down the front of my coat, my heels clicking against the pavement as Eric rounded the vehicle to meet me."You’re going to love this place," he said smoothly, placing a guiding hand at the small of my back.I resisted the urge to shake him off. Instead, I gave him a polite smile. "I’m sure I will."He had set this up carefully. Too carefully. The moment he suggested we visit an orphanage to "choose a child," I knew something was wrong. Eric wasn’t the type to leave things to chance. Every move he made was calculated. Today would be no different.A nun greeted us at the entrance, her face lined with age but her eyes kind. "Mr. and Mrs. Stanley, welcome," she said warmly, though her gaze lingered a little too knowingly on Eric. "The children are very excited to meet you. Please

The next morning was quiet. Almost too quiet.Eric had left early, apparently to "finalize things" at the orphanage, but I knew better. He was scrambling. I gave him the evening to settle into the false security of thinking he'd won, that I’d gone along with his plan. That I was content to bring both children home without questions.But questions were coming.By the time I finished my tea and slipped into a cream blouse and slacks, I was already thinking through the details. My lawyer would meet us there. I wanted it to be official. I wanted every detail on paper.When Eric returned, he looked tired—subtly disheveled, a slight sheen of sweat at his collar. He smiled when he saw me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Ready to go? They’re preparing the final adoption documents now.""Great," I said, picking up my handbag. "Let’s not keep them waiting."He blinked, clearly not expecting me to be so agreeable. That was the problem with people like Eric—they were too confident in their manipul