All Chapters of Reborn: I Give My Husband Back to His True Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SydneyIt was fun watching Eric squirm in his chair.He drove with both hands on the wheel, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.We were on our way to the orphanage.It was almost laughable how the man who’d spent days avoiding the topic from the first time I asked, suddenly decided to play the dutiful husband once I stopped asking.But I had insisted. He had run out of excuses.“We won’t stay long,” he said at last, his voice perfectly measured. “It’s best if we don’t disrupt the children’s routine.”“I only want to see the child you want to adopt,” I replied, keeping my tone mild. “It’s important to me.”He nodded, though the muscle in his jaw twitched. I looked out the window, watching the city thin into open fields. The further we drove, the quieter the world became. Even the birds seemed to sense that something about this trip was wrong.The orphanage appeared beyond a low hill, a squat building of pale brick framed by iron gates and overgrown ivy. It looked respe

SydneyMy father had completely lost his mind.He was hosting a engagement gala for Bryce and I.Thankfully, the event planner had called me first to ‘confirm some details’ before they sent out anything.After telling her to wait, I left the Stanley house and came straight home.“This gala is a bad idea,” I said, arms folded as I leaned against my father’s study door. “Especially with the announcement attached.”My father barely looked up from the guest list in his hand. “It’s not an announcement. It’s a celebration of two powerful companies choosing to partner more closely.”“Which also just happens to include a marriage,” I muttered.Thank God I got it under control before news got out. If Eric got wave of this, our entire plan would be ruined.The tricky part was, I couldn’t let my dad know about me and Bryce’s plan either. He would never agree.He did glance up then, grey brows rising. “You’d rather I cancel it?”“Yes.”“Too late. The venue and most details are already confirmed.

SydneyEric had called it a last-minute business dinner—a gathering with key partners that he just had to attend.But from the moment I stepped into the marble-floored hall of the private dining suite and spotted Kara on his arm, all legs and lipstick and glittering entitlement, I was sick.The room was dimly lit, artfully decorated, and full of too many people who wore their ambition like perfume… It was heavy, choking and impossible to ignore.At the head of the long mahogany table sat Eric, self-appointed king of the evening. His right hand was draped casually over the back of Kara’s chair. His left, naturally, gestured toward the seat he’d saved for me. Right beside him.I took it without a word, my smile bland and social. My father was already seated across from us, deep in conversation with a steel-haired investor I didn’t recognize. And directly beside him—because fate had a sick sense of humor—was Bryce.I had to admit though that walking in and seeing him was a bit of a relie

SydneyIt was a flash of a black door and white tiles in the dim light of Bryce’s apartment when he pushed me against the wall and claimed my lips.My body responded to him instantly.His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that had waited far too long. Every brush of his lips, every sweep of his tongue, poured heat into my chest and down my spine, until I wasn’t sure if I was burning or just breaking apart in the best way possible.His hands were everywhere. Tracing every line, every curve, with deliberate pressure, like he’d mapped me in his mind already.I gasped when he gripped my hips and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist like it was instinct, like this wasn’t our first time crashing into each other with this kind of reckless desperation.He carried me inside, not once breaking the kiss as the door clicked shut behind us. The place was darker than I expected, but still sleek and minimal, like the man himself. Shadows clung to the corners, broken only by soft city light

SydneyBy the time I pulled into the Stanley Estate’s driveway, the sun was already high and the air felt too heavy to breathe.The house stood there like nothing in it ever went wrong.Except it did. Constantly.The front door swung open before I could reach for the handle.Eric stood there with his sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loose around his neck, and the picture of a man trying too hard to appear composed.“Where the hell have you been?” His voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “You’ve ignored every call. Every message.”I brushed past him without a word, setting my bag down on the console table. “I was out.”“Out?” He followed me into the foyer, footsteps echoing behind mine. “You disappear overnight, and all you have to say is out?”I stopped, turning just enough to meet his eyes. “Would you prefer a more creative answer?”He exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Don’t play games with me, Sydney. Not now. I had people calling, asking where you were. You humiliated me