All Chapters of Rebirth Of The Billionarie Ex Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Anna’s POV The office was unusually quiet that morning. Even the printers seemed to hum softer, and the usual clatter of heels against the tile floors felt like whispers. Something was in the air—one of those unspoken storms that hadn't broken yet. I sat at my desk, staring at the email from Hae-Jae again. > “Effective immediately, you are promoted to Head of Strategic Operations. You’ll report directly to me and oversee all lower-tier operations—including Marketing and Business Coordination under Max.” I read the words ten times, but they still made my stomach twist and churn really hard. My chest rise and fall. Why was he giving me a position that would make me close to, Max! Strategic Operations. A whole department. And Max…under me? My fingers hovered over the reply button. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to say. Thank you? Are you serious? Is this a trap? Hae-Jae hadn’t said a word in person. No warning. No conversation. Just an email at 6:12 AM. That alone made m

Anna's POVI dragged my suitcase behind me, heart pounding like crazy. The train station was noisy, but in my head, it was quiet. Too quiet. Like something had died inside me.It probably had.I glanced at my phone.No new messages. No missed calls.Good.I switched it off.I was done.Done with Max.Done with Hae-Jae.Done with everything that looked like love but felt like pain.And I had three hundred thousand reasons to start fresh.The train ride was long. But I didn’t mind. I sat by the window, watching the trees blur past. My mind kept going back to that moment.Hae-Jae’s face when I resigned.“You’re quitting?” he asked, standing in front of my desk.“Yeah.”“Why now?”I didn’t answer at first. I just packed my things slowly.“You planned this?” he asked.I looked up. “You planned worse.”He blinked. “Anna—”“No. Don’t say my name like that. Like you care.”“I do.”“You gave me that job so I’d be near Max every day. You said it was a promotion. You lied.”“I was trying to—”“T

Anna POVThe city smelled different. When I mean different, it smelt better and Warmer. It sounded different too. People didn’t look at me like they knew my story. I liked that.“Come on, girl, smile a little,” Sandra said, bumping my shoulder as we walked down the street together. She had her sunglasses perched on her forehead and a large iced coffee in her hand.“I’m trying,” I muttered, tugging at the end of my sweater. “Everything still feels… new.”“That’s the point,” Sandra grinned. “New city, new life, new Anna. I like this version.”I chuckled lightly. “You barely even knew the old one.”“Exactly. And that’s the best part,” she said, throwing her arm around my shoulder. “We get to start clean. No past. Just future.”We walked into a cozy café that had become our spot. Quiet. Simple. Peaceful.“So,” Sandra said, stirring her drink, “You said you wanted to talk business.”“Yeah,” I said, finally meeting her eyes. “I want to start a fashion company.”She blinked at me. “Fashion?

Anna POVOne Month After the Fashion ShowI sat at the top floor of our newly leased studio in the heart of the city—tall glass windows overlooking flashing lights and golden buildings. My hand trembled slightly, holding a cup of green tea, but not because I was nervous. It was disbelief. The numbers were there. The emails. The contracts. It was real.We had officially been offered over one million dollars in combined deals. From luxury department stores to international fashion chains. Anna Designs was not just a dream anymore—it was a name.Sandra walked in, holding a red folder. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floors."You ready for the final numbers?" she asked, grinning.I smiled back, still a bit in awe. "Are they bigger than yesterday?"She laughed. "Five percent more. Girl, we’re not just growing—we’re flying."I leaned back, blinking up at the ceiling. “Do you remember when I showed up here? With nothing but two suitcases and a stolen dream?”Sandra sat across f

Anna POVMy feet felt glued to the floor. Our eyes met, and tension filled the entire room.He didn’t flinch—his eyes just scanned me from head to toe.“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said, breaking the thick silence.I didn’t show even a friendly expression. Just a stern, serious one.“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you track me?”He smiled at me, then took a step closer.“You’re a popular fashion queen. It was quite easy to figure out where you are.”I felt rage and anger boiling inside me. Those old memories came flashing back like waves."You must be crazy to think you can just show up here," I hissed, folding my arms tightly over my chest.He chuckled, the same arrogant sound I remembered. “Still as fiery as ever, Anna.”I shook my head, trying to steady my breath. “You don’t belong here, Hae-Jae. You lost the right to stand in front of me the day you tried to ruin me.”He looked around the luxury of my office. The white marble floor, the elegant glass desk, the manneq