All Chapters of Reborn: A Devil’s Deal to Ruin My Ex-Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dressed in a knee-lengthed Maya blue flare gown, Eloise moved freely in the lightweight drapey dress, cap sleeves, and sweetheart neckline. She picked a black designer bag to go well with it after putting on a black heel and then turned to leave when she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror.She took a step back and turned to the mirror; her lips parted, and her heart skipped so hard as she remembered who she was a few days ago, but this was her usual self staring back at her in the mirror. Not a lady with messy bun hair, not a lady with a pale face and pale lips, not a lady with a thinner frame in a baggy dress, but a gorgeous lady; she wore no makeup, yet she looked breathtaking. Her dress fit perfectly against her body, her hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and tears welled up in her eyes.Realizing how much she missed herself, how much of herself changed. But now, she's back.A bitter smile crept onto her face, and she turned towards the drawer for a lip gloss when she saw t

Three minutes had passed since he dropped Eloise off after signing the contract, yet he still hadn't started the car, his grey eyes staring at nobody but the hospital in front of him. His mind fixated on the image of Eloise in his mind, and his observation about it being the second night in a row that she'd be passing the night at the hospital, not going home.He exhaled sharply and tilted his head back against the seat, eyes drifting away.“Not like I’m worried,” he muttered. “So why the hell am I still here?”Just then, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, sighed, and answered.“Hey, sweetheart,” a cheerful voice cooed through the speaker, sounding all bubbly.Antonio sucked in a breath through his teeth, glaring at the name on the screen.“Hey…,”“Come over, sweetheart. You’re missing all the fun.”Before he could respond, the line went dead. He stared at the screen for a beat, then shook his head with a sigh.“What am I going to do about you…” he mumbled under his breath,

His head turned furiously, and he raised his hand to land her a slap, but the loud whispers of the people present stopped him mid-way. ‘ Don't, don't Mason, if you hit her now, you might be arrested for abuse, and you'd be convincing everyone that you're a cheater ‘ He said in his mind, shutting his eyes tight and inhaling a deep breath before looking back at her. ‘ But who fuck owns it? Tamara? Priscilia?’ He blinked his eyes multiple times, trying to brush the thought off his mind and defend himself before the humiliating tag of a ‘cheater’ was instilled on him. “ Isn't this yours?” “ How the fuck is it mine?,” she yelled, “ how dare you cheat on me! You limp-dick idiot.” Some people chuckled silently at the insult. Mason's face was red with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him short. “ I can't believe you could actually cheat on me, after just a month into marriage, what a shameless fool, You're such a disgrace,” she spat on him and stormed aw

She hissed, gritting her teeth as she glared at his name displaying on the screen. She had put her phone on vibration. She ignored the missed calls and swiped off, sliding to her calendar app. It was still May, 2025. Slowly becoming her daily routine, checking the calendar at every chance she could get. ‘ I might be back in time, to the time I had no baby, to the time Alisha doesn't even exist, and I wasn't pregnant,’ she said in her mind and looked at the wrist watch in her other hand, ‘ that doesn't mean all those feelings cease to exist, doesn't mean those feelings vanished along with the time.’ Tears brimmed in her eyes as she thought of Alisha. ~ She's not your child ~ Your baby was a boy, not a girl Eloise chuckled bitterly as she remembered. “ Tamara,” she called out, slowly clenching her fist. She's been so fixated on getting back her revenge and company that she hadn't thought of what to do to her, she couldn't think of any. The sight of her, the call of her name

Eloise stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her chest, barely covering her upper thighs. Her damp hair clung to her back.She rubbed her shoulder and looked around the room, then walked over to the closet. She opened it, half-hoping to find something—anything—to wear. It was still empty.With a sigh, she shut the door and sat at the edge of the bed. Her shoulders slumped as her eyes landed on the clothes she had worn earlier.“I can’t wear that to sleep,” she muttered, shaking her head. A cold draft brushed against her skin, and she rubbed her arms.“I need to find something to wear. I’m freezing,” she whispered, hugging herself tightly. Then a thought crossed her mind. One she immediately tried to push away. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lower lip and shaking her head—but when the goosebumps began to rise and her skin started to feel like ice, she sprang to her feet. “He's not going to kill me,” she mumbled with an assuring nod and walked out of