Semua Bab Rebirth Has Never Felt This Good : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11 Jessica Hemsworth "She's too impulsive. She is nothing like Anna. If it weren't for Jeremy, I would've asked you to throw her out already." I paused abruptly, and my grip around the spoon I was stirring the soup with, tightened as my mother-in-law's faint voice echoed in ears. She continued. "If it weren't for Jeremy, I would've asked you to throw her out already. The sight of her disgusts me." My heart tightened in my chest, and I gritted my teeth. Comparing me to Anna every damn time, doesn't she ever get tired? ‘You are nothing but a desperate bitch that couldn't wait to marry my son. You should be grateful he hasn't divorced you yet’ ‘Anna is better than you in every way’ 'You wouldn't be here if it weren't for Anna's death'. My jaw clenched tightly as every word said to me, every maltreatment clawed back into my mind. I had been nothing but a good wife to Viktor and his family. I did everything for his mom. When she was sick and was on the verg

Viktor Holt My jaw tightened. Something was wrong. Jessica had changed, and it was obvious. The woman I married would never have spoken to me the way she did today, nor would she have dared slap my mother. I didn’t know what had caused this shift, but I knew one thing—this was not the Jessica I had known. I grabbed my phone, desperate for something to occupy my mind, to push away the gnawing frustration. When I unlocked the screen, I saw Anna’s smiling face. For a moment, I froze. She had been gone for years, yet it still felt like she was right there with me. Her touch, her smile... everything. A familiar ache spread through me, but I shook it off. It wasn’t the time to dwell on the past. I had more pressing matters to attend to. Susanne’s voice snapped me back to reality. She hobbled in, leaning on crutches, a cast on her foot. When I found her earlier, she was lying on the cold floor, hurt. She had slipped while cleaning. “Are you okay?” I asked, my tone neutral. “I’m fine, Vi

Chapter 15Jessica Hemsworth ‘You are not even my real mom'My fingers subconsciously tightened around the pencil, pressing it hard against my drawing book, as those words replayed in my head.After I left Jeremy's school earlier, I took a cab to the park to clear my head.“Don't let her ruin your mood, Jess. There are more important things to think about.” I whispered to myself.My lips curled in a smile at the beautiful design I recently started working on. It was a drawing of a beautiful fitted gown. I chuckled. “I still got my charms.”“I had no idea you were an artist.” I heard a familiar voice, and the next second, Mr. Hall stood in front of me, hands inside pockets, eyes on my book.“My goodness!” I rose to my feet, my heart still racing. “Mr. Hall… Uhm… I… it's good to see you.” I stuttered, my breath galloping, unsure of what to say.“It's good to see you too, Ms. Hemsworth.” A small smile played on his lips, and disappeared almost immediately.“I didn't expect to run into

Chapter 17 Jessica Hemsworth One week later Mr. Hall has been gone for thirty minutes to attend a board meeting, and I've been left sitting here, bored. Something caught my attention as I walked to the window, and I paused. A sketchbook laid on the desk. "No, Jess. Don't think of it." I told myself, but the next minute, I was reaching for the sketchbook, flipping through the pages, and every page had almost the same design. A long strapless ball gown. More like a rough sketch because it didn't look finished. "This is..." my voice faded into silence, fingers trailing slowly around the design, drawing an imaginary correction that was missing. I was so engrossed in the drawing that I didn't know when Mr. Hall walked inside. "It was brought in earlier by our artist." I flinched, dropping the book quickly. He walked past me to his seat. "I'm sorry for touching it. I was just---" "It's fine. I was going to show you anyway..." he picked up the sketchbook, and turned

Chapter 19 Jessica Hemsworth “Calm down, Jess.” I whispered to myself as I descended the staircase, but my blood was boiling. It was difficult to compose myself. Viktor and Susanne were in the living room, watching a movie and cackling like teenagers. He was first to notice me. His smile faded and a frown settled on his face the moment he saw me. “Where is my sketchbook, Viktor?” I stood in front of him. "What?" "Where is my damn sketchbook? You took it from my bed." I snapped. Although I didn't have evidence it was him, but something in me was almost certain that it was him. Almost, I said. He rose to his feet. "What are you yapping about this time, Jessica?" he snapped. "How could you accuse me of stealing your sketchbook? Are you out of your fucking mind?" "You were the one who asked me to quit my job, Viktor. The one who was angry that I got a job---" "And you think I would do something as petty as stealing your sketchbook? What for? To make you quite your job?"