All Chapters of She Died as His Wife, Returned as His Nightmare: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Rachel’s POV)Morning came with a heaviness I couldn’t shake. My chest felt hollow, like someone had reached inside and stolen the part of me that still believed in love. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I couldn’t just help but remember what i saw again. Dave and Melissa tangled under those sheets." That image burned through me, a cruel reminder that sometimes love wasn’t enough to keep two people from destroying each other.Josh knocked lightly on my door, his voice soft. “Rachel… can I come in?”I didn’t answer, but he entered anyway. He looked tired too, maybe from staying up all night, making sure I didn’t lose my mind completely. His eyes searched mine, but I quickly turned away. I couldn’t stand pity cause I didn't want him to see me like this, not even from him, not from anyone.“You haven’t eaten,” he said.“I’m not hungry.”He sighed. “You can’t punish yourself for what he did.”My jaw tightened. “You don’t get it, Josh. I trusted him. After everything, I chose

Rachel’s POVNoon crept in slowly, spilling pale light across the curtains. I barely slept. The twins had been restless all night maybe they sensed my tension, maybe babies just knew when the world around them was falling apart.One was crying in my arms now, and the other was asleep beside me. I rocked gently, trying to hush the small, broken sobs that felt like echoes of my own.My chest tightened every time I remembered earlier in the morning Dave on his knees, begging, the look in his eyes, Josh’s smirk as they nearly fought. I wanted peace, but all I felt was chaos.The door opened quietly. My mother peeked in, her face soft with worry.“Rachel, you need to rest. You look pale,” she said, walking toward me.“I can’t,” I whispered. “If I close my eyes, I see everything again.”She sighed and reached for the baby, gently lifting her from my arms. “You have to be strong for them. Whatever is happening, don’t let your children feel it. They need warmth, not coldness.”I nodded faint

Rachel’s POVThe twins were in their baby chairs, gurgling and kicking their tiny legs when Betty walked in. The moment her eyes landed on them, she let out a high.l pitched scream that startled even the nanny.“Oh my God!” she rushed forward, hands flying to her chest. “Look at these angels! Awwww! They look just like you, Rach all that glow, those little smiles…” She turned to me, grinning so wide it almost hurt to look at. “You made perfection, babe. Literal perfection!”I couldn’t help it I smiled, brushing the curls off my daughter’s forehead. “They’re a handful though.”“Please,” Betty said, rolling her eyes dramatically, “I’d take a hundred of them if I could get babies this adorable.” Then she turned her head, glancing around the living room with an almost exaggerated awe. “Wow, Rachel. Seriously, Dave is really taking care of you. Look at this house! The chandeliers, the furniture, the marble floors girl, you’re living like royalty. And these cars outside? Oh my!”She whist

Betty’s POVThe marble staircase gleamed under the chandelier, every step catching the golden light like a secret waiting to be uncovered. I waited at the bottom, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my eyes were fixed on him, Dave, descending in that dark shirt, the fabric clinging to his shoulders like temptation itself.“Good evening,” I said, my voice softer than I meant. “You clean up well… I almost didn’t recognize you.”He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just a shirt, Betty.”“Just a shirt?” I took a step closer, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a whisper. “No, Dave. It’s how you wear it.”For a heartbeat, the world felt still. The ticking clock, the distant laughter of the twins, the hum of the AC everything vanished. It was just the two of us. My heart thudded faster, not from love… but from the power I felt when his breath hitched ever so slightly.“Betty…” His tone held a warning, but not the kind that scared me. The kind that pull

Rachel’s POVThe living room still smelled faintly of roses Josh’s flowers. I could feel Dave’s anger humming through the walls long after Josh had left. He was still standing there, his jaw tight, eyes shadowed with the kind of silence that scared me more than shouting ever could.I walked up to him slowly, barefoot, the soft rug swallowing my steps.“Babe,” I whispered, touching his arm. “Calm down, please. You know Josh… he just wants to get under your skin. Don’t let him win like that.”He didn’t answer immediately. His chest rose and fell too fast. His fists were still clenched.When he finally spoke, his voice was low dangerous. “He comes into my house, brings my woman flowers, and expects me to smile?”I reached up, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Dave. Please. He’s nothing. I promise you. You’re the one I chose.”That softened him, just a little. His fingers relaxed, sliding up to my cheek. “You shouldn’t have to defend me, Rachel. I just… can’t stand another man looking at yo