All Chapters of She Died as His Wife, Returned as His Nightmare: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dave’s POVTaking Rachel and the babies home felt like carrying the whole world in my arms. She leaned on me, her body weak but her eyes shining with that quiet strength I’d fallen in love with. The twins were bundled tight, their tiny breaths filling the car like music.Finally, home. Peace. That’s all I wanted.We had just settled down, Rachel curled on the couch with the babies beside her, when my phone buzzed.“Dave,” my friend’s voice came sharp. “The case… it’s been withdrawn.”I sat up. “What?”“Yes. No reason given. The judge just announced it this morning.”I narrowed my eyes, suspicion rising. “Withdrawn? Just like that? That doesn’t happen. Someone must have greased their palms.”A heavy sigh on the other end. “That’s my guess too. Bribery. And it was big money.”I clenched my jaw, anger twisting in me. Nathan. Always cutting corners, always running from the truth.“Thanks,” I muttered and hung up.Rachel stirred beside me, her voice drowsy. “Who was that?”I smoothed her h

Melissa’s POVI tossed my purse onto the couch, still burning from humiliation.Dave. That arrogant, self-controlled bastard.I replayed the morning in my head how he’d looked at me, not even a flicker of desire in those storm-gray eyes. The man had turned me down like I was invisible. Even after what I wore. Even after the way I touched him.I poured myself a glass of wine, gulped it down, and dropped onto the couch.“Unbelievable,” I muttered. “He wants to play the good husband now? Fine. Let’s see how long that lasts.”Just then, a familiar deep voice came from the doorway.“Baby… long time no see.”I froze. That voice.When I turned, there he was Alex. The one before Nathan.He smirked, stepping into the light, hands buried in his pockets.“You left me for Nathan, remember? The almighty businessman. How’s that working out? Oh wait—he’s bankrupt. Powerless. Pathetic.”I laughed softly, rising from the couch.“At least he tried,” I said, circling him slowly. “I lost count of how

Rachel’s POV “Have you seen what you’ve done to yourself?” The words flew out before I could stop them. My voice shook not out of pity, but rage that burned somewhere deep in my chest. Nathan’s eyes, once sharp and arrogant, were now hollow, rimmed red from sleepless nights. His suit hung loose, the stench of stale whisky clinging to him like regret. He reached out, trembling. “Rachel… I’ve lost everything. You, the company… even my name means nothing now.” I stepped back. The wind lifted my hair, but it couldn’t lift the heaviness pressing on my heart. “You didn’t lose them, Nathan. You threw them away. Every lie, every bruise, every night you made me feel small this is your harvest.” For a heartbeat, he looked like he wanted to fall to his knees. But Nathan never begged, not even at the edge of ruin. He moved closer, eyes glistening. “Just… just give me a chance to see my kids. Please.” The word kids stung. My babies, my joy. “You mean the ones you denied before they even e

Rachel’s POV The twins were asleep in the nursery, their soft breathing, the only peace I knew these days. My body still ached from the delivery, but I pushed myself off the bed and moved toward Dave’s room.The door was slightly open. He was sitting by the window, shirtless, his back tense, the glow of his phone lighting up his face. For a moment, I just stood there he looked tired, too, as if carrying the same sleepless nights I did.I climbed onto the bed beside him without saying a word. He turned, surprised, then smiled faintly and wrapped his arm around my waist.“Baby, stop,” I murmured, half laughing. “Not tonight. I just want to sleep.”He kissed the top of my head. “Okay,” he whispered. “Just rest. I’ll keep you safe.”Those words sank deep into me. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, that quiet warmth I’d missed for weeks. Sleep came quickly.It hadn’t even been half an hour before my phone started ringing beside the bed. Dave groaned, turned, and grabbed it. Nathan’

Rachel’s POV The night should’ve been perfect. Music, lights, laughter. But from the moment Dave and I stepped into the party, I could feel the distance between us, wide and cold as winter. Josh had gone all out bright chandeliers, guests everywhere, champagne flowing like a river. Everyone smiled when they saw us, but Dave barely smiled back. His jaw was tight, his eyes somewhere else entirely. I tried to hold his hand. “Hey,” I whispered, “can we just enjoy tonight?” He looked at me, eyes unreadable. “Sure,” he said, lifting a glass from a waiter’s tray. “Let’s enjoy.” But “enjoy” to him meant drinking. And drinking. And drinking more. Each glass he emptied seemed to build a wall between us. Each forced smile made my chest ache. “Dave, slow down,” I said softly, touching his arm. “I’m fine,” he muttered, pouring another. “Perfectly fine.” “You’re not.” He gave a half-laugh, half-scoff. “You think I’m drunk?” “I know you’re drunk.” He turned to face m