All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Rebirth: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

She’ll come. She will. It’s fine. Still, my pulse betrayed me, ticking faster, harder, every beat echoing in the quiet space beneath the music.When the the doors finally began to open, I almost felt a flash of relief shower me. The light spilled through first.The breath left my lungs so abruptly it almost hurt. Ellie entered the room and stood there for a moment. A gasp rippled across the crowd as the light caught the red stain on her dress. But she didn’t stand there for long. She lifted her chin, eyes glinting, and walked up the aisle.She never stopped looking at me the whole time.Her opal eyes caught the sunlight pouring down from the ceiling, and for a second it felt like the entire room disappeared, like the sound, the people, the ceremony, all of it fell away until there was nothing left but that look.Something inside my chest loosened.All the anger I carried. All the frustration. All the helpless, useless rage that had nowhere to go but inward.Gone.Stripped clean in

Ellie POVThe first time I laughed, it surprised me.It slipped out before I could catch it, bright, totally unguarded, and the sound felt unfamiliar in my own throat, as if my body had forgotten how to make it without flinching afterward.For a second I expected the room to turn sharp again, for so

Ellie POVDominic stepped into our space with ease. He was smiling, the air changed immediately, the way it does when a predator enters a room and everyone pretends they don’t notice.I couldn’t help but shrink as his hand closed over mine, as if he could feel the tremor running through my fingers.He looked at me. I couldn’t look away. I felt… like I was going to puke.He then looked to Lucas, his gaze hardening.“May I have this dance with my wife?”Lucas’s mouth twitched into a smirk, a flash of satisfaction that made my stomach twist.“Of course,” Lucas said smoothly, releasing me with deliberate slowness, as if making a point. “I wouldn’t want to keep her too long from you. Who knows what would happen.”Dominic’s jaw tightened a tick as Lucas disappeared.Once he was gone, Dominic exhaled through his nose and looked back at me.“What was that about?” he asked lightly, a quiet chuckle slipping into his voice like he was trying to coax me back into something normal. “You look like y

Ellie’s POVA crimson river of blood flowed down Dominic’s side, staining his shirt in a red blossom. For a moment, he just stood there, staring down at the knife embedded into his waist.Then, slowly, his eyes moved up to meet mine.Pain and betrayal shone at me.“Ellie… What have you done?”I tried to speak. I tried to tell him that I hadn’t meant to do it, that it had been a primal instinct caused by fear, but when I opened my mouth, the words wouldn’t come. What was I supposed to say? That in those moments, when he was holding the knife, I didn’t see myself standing at our wedding reception, but rather in a past life? That for a moment, I saw a version of him from a previous reality, wielding that very knife to bring about my end?I couldn’t say that. I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was stand there, slack-jawed, unable to believe what I had just done just as much as he couldn’t.It didn’t matter, anyway. The room erupted into chaos. Women screamed and jumped up from their t

I pressed my hand to my mouth as tears blurred the words on the page.How could I have been so stupid? How could I have just… glossed over something so obvious? It was written here, plain as day: if I tried to back out of the contract on my own, then my symptoms would worsen.Worst of all, only Dominic could decide to divorce me. I was powerless.I felt sick. When I signed this contract, I’d been so certain that I was protecting myself, that I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I’d made in my past life. And in those moments, I had been so blinded by the idea that Dominic might be different now, that we could actually have a happy marriage, that I’d completely ignored the glaring red signs.He hadn’t changed at all.He’d just gotten better at manipulating me.Suddenly, everything we’d been through together, all of the tender moments and the passion and the sweet words, felt like ashes in the wind. It was all fake. All of it was designed to manipulate me, to drag me right back into the same