All Chapters of Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lilith froze when the man on the other end said, “She is dead.”His voice carried confusion, genuine, startled confusion but that only made her anger spike.“Then why is she in this same hospital just a couple of rooms away from me?” Lilith hissed through clenched teeth.There was a pause. Then the voice said, “Are you sure it’s really her? I sent you proof of the body.”Lilith’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles turned white. “Do not piss me off,” she snapped. “You should have waited. You should have been sure she was dead before you left.”Her heartbeat thudded furiously in her ears. The moment she had regained consciousness after her “suicide attempt,” she overheard two nurses chatting outside her door, mentioning a woman who looked just like her, rushed in yesterday by her husband.Her husband.Xavier.That was when everything snapped into place.It had to be Aurora.Only Aurora.She had confronted Xavier over the phone when she called, asking where Aurora was. He’d l

The car pulled out of the hospital compound without a word. Aurora sat rigidly in the passenger seat, her body angled slightly toward the door, her gaze fixed on the window as the city blurred past. Xavier drove with both hands on the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. The silence between them was loud, thick and suffocating, that it pressed against his chest. He glanced at her once. Then again. Aurora didn’t notice…or if she did, she didn’t care. Xavier’s mind wouldn’t settle. Nothing about this made sense. Not her coldness. Not the way she looked through him like he was a stranger occupying space she didn’t want shared. And especially not the amnesia. It didn’t add up. She remembered the doctors, remembered the nurses, remembered the staff even remembered faces from her past that had nothing to do with him. Yet somehow, the only gaps in her memory revolved around him. Around Lilith. Around anything tied to the Steele name. It felt deliberate. But how could he prov

Xavier watched her walk into the house without looking back, his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, veins standing out as he gripped the leather like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He didn’t like this new Aurora. She was cold. Sharp. Brutal in a way she had never been before. There was no hesitation in her words anymore, no softness or patience for him. She didn’t argue just to be heard, she was sharp, precise and unbothered, and walked away. And the worst part? She didn’t care if it hurt him. His jaw tightened as the front door closed behind her. He stayed seated, staring at the windshield like if he focused hard enough, the world would rearrange itself into something that made sense again. He didn’t know how to explain to her that he hadn’t cheated. But then again… Jaxon existed. Jaxon was living proof that, at least on paper, he had. How could he explain that he didn’t even remember it happening? That he had been drunk

Damian didn’t leave the bar immediately after Xavier did.He stayed seated in the private lounge long after the door had closed, long after the sound of Xavier’s footsteps faded into the background noise of clinking glasses and low conversations outside. The air still felt charged, like something unfinished had been left hanging between them.Typical.Damian stared at the empty seat across from him, jaw tightening. Xavier always did that….dropped emotional grenades and walked away, leaving Damian to sit with the aftermath. Years of friendship and it was still the same pattern. Xavier drowning, refusing help, refusing reason, convinced he could brute-force his way through anything simply because he always had before.Damian lifted his glass, took a slow sip, and grimaced. The alcohol tasted bitter now.“He said no.” he muttered to no one.Of course he had.Xavier Steele never said yes unless it was on his own terms.Damian leaned back against the leather seat, eyes unfocused as his m

Xavier barely remembered the drive to the hospital.Red lights blurred past him. Horns screamed. His hands were tight around the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw locked so hard his teeth ached. His mind replayed the nurse’s words over and over again like a siren that refused to shut off.Lilith was threatening to jump.By the time he pulled into the hospital driveway, the place was already swarming.Police cars had blocked off the entrance. An ambulance idled nearby with their lights flashing but their sirens mercifully silent. Firefighters were setting up a large inflatable rescue trampoline directly beneath one of the upper balconies.People had gathered. Too many people.Xavier slammed the car door shut and pushed through the crowd without slowing.“Mr. Steele!” someone called.He didn’t stop.Phones were already raised, cameras pointed upward. Whispers rippled through the air like smoke.“That’s her…”“I heard she’s his mistress.”“Can you imagine?”“They have a child together