Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Regina’s POVI had been standing against the wall beside the living room door for half an hour, listening to the entire conversation. Amy’s voice as she talked to my father made my stomach twist. I felt even more furious when she left, taking an immense advantage over all of us.I finally stepped out of my hiding spot with a champagne glass in my hand. Not only that, but I hurled it against the marble floor. The crash echoed through the room. Everyone turned to look at me, frozen for two seconds.“Sorry, it was an accident.” That’s what I wanted them to think. I threw the glass deliberately to let out my anger. “I heard the entire conversation. I’m so sorry you all had to go through this.”“Amy has lost her mind,” Grandma muttered, rubbing her forehead. “She dares to defend that woman and insult Aaron without any reason.”I moved closer to her quietly and stroked her gray

“You’re a magnificent couple,” Asher raised his glass for a toast, his eyes locked on me. “I’ll cover all the expenses for this wedding. Tell me, Amy, is there something special you want for your big day?”He seemed so kind that I finally understood why I had trusted them for so long without ever suspecting their actual intentions. But I couldn’t forget that after we got married, the pressure for me to get pregnant became unbearable. Warren’s family even forced me to take medication.Only before I died did I learn that the potion was made from the remains of disgusting insects. Every dose made me vomit and suffer from diarrhea for days, yet I endured it for eight long years, just to give birth to Warren’s son.My stomach twisted at the memories. I had to fight the urge to throw up the little I’d eaten. A cold wave spread through my body, and my legs grew weak. Those memories haunted me, and all I wanted was t

As soon as we left the restaurant, the frosty night air hit me, a welcome rush after the tension of that dinner, wiping away the sweat that clung to my face.“Do you really think all that was necessary?” Antony’s voice cut through the city noise, and I turned my eyes toward him.“Are you talking about the acknowledgment of debt?” I asked. Antony nodded slightly. “Trust me, Father, you’ll soon see I’m right. Don’t trust Asher or Warren blindly.”He shrugged, and I couldn’t tell whether he agreed with me or not. “You shouldn’t have mentioned the sapphire. It’s a little embarrassing to know how you got it.”I hadn’t told him about my collaboration with Simon. How could I? No father, not even mine, a shrewd business executive, would agree to marry his daughter to a notorious playboy, much less allow her to associate with a man like him. They only saw Simon as the irrespons

Amy’s POVSimon led me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the bar’s noise, into a small back room. With every step I took, my heart sank into my stomach. His skin pressed hot and sweaty against mine, his fingers squeezing mine.The air in there felt thinner, smelling of old leather and expensive whiskey. As soon as I stepped into the private room, I spotted Vincent, slouched in a velvet armchair with a glass in his hand. He flinched when he saw me, then offered a knowing smile.The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed eased the surrounding tension. I inhaled deeply, gathering my thoughts and the determination that had brought me there, when Simon broke the contact between us.“Thank you for doing what I asked,” I began, my voice sounding firmer than I felt as I rubbed my hands to remove his fingerprints. “I hope I’m not taking too much of your time.”Simon leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded across his chest, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m waiting for you to

He looked at me with no spark in his eyes, his face beaten down—his mother had forced him to return to answer her threats.I hadn’t seen Jack in many years, and there were so many things we could have talked about, yet time itself had carved a chasm between us—one I might not cross.“I’m sorry, Jackson,” my voice failed me for a moment; no matter how much I wanted to sound confident, I couldn’t. “I know this isn’t what you wanted.”“Facing my family after years?” A bitter smile crossed his face. “That’s definitely not what I want. I don’t need to be accused of greed again tonight.”I looked into his eyes and saw how exhausted he was. His mother’s threat had forced him back, and that felt like a defeat to him. I moved closer slowly and hugged him. After all, we had been lovers; we shared a history, and I felt he needed a warm welcome home.“Welcome,” I whispered, then stepped back and watched his expression lighten for the first time. “We should go out for a drink one of these days and