All Chapters of Rebirth Of The Billionarie Ex Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Anna POVI kept checking my phone every time it buzzed, half-expecting Ethan's name to flash on the screen. But no one called anymore, no one demanded to know where he was. It was as though he had already been erased from existence, like we’d agreed. After all, he and I had both signed that unspoken contract—to end him. So why now? Why did he return, trying to paint me as the monster?Ever since that night with Hae-Jae, my body had been betraying me. A strange knot twisted deep in my stomach, pulling tighter with each day. It wasn’t pain, not exactly, but something unfamiliar, something I couldn’t ignore.I thought I knew how to control myself, thought I had it all figured out. But this… this was different.“Dinner date tonight,” Hae-Jae’s voice cut through my thoughts as he barged into my space without warning.“At least knock,” I muttered, lifting my eyes from the tablet in my lap.“Why should I?” he teased, closing the distance between us before stealing a kiss.“Maybe because this

Anna’s POVThe night crawl against my skin, my heart heavy. The air felt cold and sharp, like a punishment I deserved. My heels clicked against the wet pavement, but my mind was louder, screaming in spirals I couldn’t silence. Pregnant. Two weeks gone. A truth I never asked for, a chain around my throat.And then—her voice.“Anna?”I froze mid-step. My chest tightened again. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The silk venom in that tone was unmistakable.Slowly, I turned.Sandra stood across the street, arms folded, her crimson lips curved into the kind of smile wolves wore before they tore into flesh. Her eyes raked over me, scanning every inch as though searching for cracks to exploit.“Well, well,” she purred, crossing the road with deliberate slowness. “Look at you. Wandering the night like a guilty ghost.”I straightened my shoulders, pulling the mask over my face, the mask that had saved me a thousand times. “Sandra.” My voice was even, though my insides quaked. “What a s

Anna POV AJ didn’t let go of my face. His thumbs brushed my cheeks, wiping away tears I hadn’t even realized were still falling. His eyes locked on mine, so steady, so certain.But I couldn’t hold his gaze. I shook my head and pulled away, pacing the room. “You don’t get it, AJ. Sandra’s not just a nosy sister. She’s dangerous. Once she’s got something, she’ll use it. She’ll tell people. She’ll twist it. She’ll make sure I’m the villain.”“She won’t,” he said firmly.“She will!” My voice cracked. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s been waiting for this—waiting for me to slip, to give her something she can finally use against me.”He stood, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. “Then let her try. She doesn’t scare me.”I laughed bitterly. “Of course she doesn’t scare you. You’re AJ. You’re strong, untouchable, the man who always knows what to do. But me?” I pressed a hand against my stomach. “I’m the one who will suffer when the whispers start. When they look at me and s

Anna POV Sandra leaned against the doorway like she owned the house, her lips curled in that mocking smile that had haunted me for years.“Love won’t save you, Anna,” she repeated softly, almost like a hymn. “It never does. You should know that better than anyone.”I froze, still wrapped in Hae-Jae’s arms. My chest squeezed tight, air refusing to come in. My worst fear wasn’t just Sandra knowing. It was her saying it out loud. Naming it. Making it real.Hae-Jae stood, putting himself between us. “Enough, Sandra.”She tilted her head, unfazed. “Oh, don’t get dramatic. I’m just being honest. Someone has to be.”My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the chair. “You were listening,” I whispered.“Of course I was,” she said without shame. “You’ve always been so careless, Anna. Always letting people close enough to hurt you. Always thinking you’re stronger than you are.” She flicked her gaze to my stomach and then back to my face. “And now, look where that’s gotten you.”Heat surged i

Anna POV The house had never felt smaller.Every corner, every shadow, every sound—it all seemed to belong to Sandra now. She moved around as if she owned the place, as if I were the guest and she the host. I tried to keep myself occupied—reading, cleaning, scrolling mindlessly through my phone—but her presence lingered like smoke.She wasn’t loud, not always. Sometimes she simply hummed while making tea, or paced with her phone pressed to her ear, whispering things I couldn’t quite catch. But even in silence, her energy pressed against me, sharp and suffocating.I was sitting in the living room, trying to lose myself in a magazine, when she appeared. No footsteps, no warning—just there, leaning against the doorway.“You’ve been quiet lately,” she said softly. Too softly.I looked up, heart already thudding. “And that bothers you?”Her lips curved into a smirk. “Not at all. But it makes me curious. Quiet people often have the loudest secrets.”I went back to the magazine, pretending