All Chapters of Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV AmyI left Antony’s office, thinking about everything we had talked about. I truly was a lucky woman to have such understanding parents, who were always willing to help me. Despite their doubts, neither Antony nor Megan questioned how I knew all those things or why I had been acting so strangely in the past few days.The silence in the house as I walked to my room felt heavy, but not as heavy as the guilt pressing on my chest. I dug into the past as soon as I lay down to sleep. It had become a painful ritual ever since I got this second chance.After I married Warren in my previous life, a pain that was already deep only grew worse. Megan had been deeply wronged, and then came Alice, Warren’s mother, who despised her even more. And me? To become the perfect wife, Warren expected, I deliberately ignored Megan’s suffering. I watched her in silence as she endured Alice and Warren’s cruelty, and I did nothing.I turned restlessly in bed and squeezed my eyes shut, the pain slowly consu

POV AmyI leaned over the car’s center console, trying to get a better view of the small phone screen in my hands. The forced solemnity of Warren’s had replaced the intimate atmosphere of Simon’s speech.He stood at the podium, taking command of the stage Simon had just left. But while Simon radiated effortless, almost primal confidence, Warren looked stiff. He started talking about numbers, investments, and the future of the initiative, but his words came out in a rushed and artificial cadence.I noticed it immediately: the way he gripped the sides of the podium, the tension at the corner of his left eye, and the slight darting of his gaze at every pause. He was nervous. And for Warren to look nervous in public was as unlikely as the sun rising in the west.“He looks like a malfunctioning robot,” Sara commented, her eyes flicking to the screen, her voice dripping with disdain as she leaned her head back. “He’s trying to copy Simon’s gravitas but only manages to look like a wax dummy.

POV AmyThe confrontation reached a noisy climax. Grace was losing ground quickly, her accusations and fury neutralized by Sara’s calculated calm and the power of the compromising photos.Sara openly enjoyed herself, showing the images on her phone so Jackson could see them too, while Grace tried unsuccessfully to cover the screen.Realizing she couldn’t win the battle of public humiliation, Grace turned to her final and most poisonous tactic: threats. And, of course, her target was me.She pointed a trembling finger at me. “You! You’ll regret this, Amy! You’re acting like a savage! I’ll tell Warren everything about how you and that… that person,” she gestured toward Sara, “attacked me! I’ll tell him you don’t have the decency to be his wife!”I leaned back in my chair, keeping my cold, unshaken smile. The threat that she’d tell Warren about her attempt to stop our weddi

POV AmyThe morning sun had barely begun to warm the garden when I woke up. Megan’s birthday party would be a grand event, a display of social and financial power, and I knew I had to orchestrate every detail. My feet moved quickly along the long gravel driveway, and the mansion rose ahead of me, imposing and slightly oppressive.I walked through the garden, feeling the fresh air. I had not even made it halfway to the house when I noticed the first sign that my plan already worked. More service vehicles and unfamiliar faces filled the property than usual, from the florist team to the catering workers.I stepped inside and headed straight for the main wing. I needed to find Megan.I found her in the living room, flipping through a gardening magazine with a slightly confused expression. She lived by strict habits and routines, and the sudden increase in people inside the house left her uneasy.“Amy! Darling, I am glad you woke up early,&r

POV SimonI watched Megan shine in the center of the ballroom with the sapphire on top of her head, while everyone commented on the gift I had given Amy. I felt satisfied every time someone mentioned it, even though some spoke mockingly, as if I were a joke; I did not care.Likewise, I would use this topic to talk to Amy and get closer to her. I was ready for it when the strident voice of someone familiar resounded right beside me.“Simon, it’s good to see you again; you haven’t changed at all,” Jackson chuckled, a harsh sound. “Is what they are saying true? Did you spend a fortune on that sapphire to gift to Amy, and the sapphire ended up on Megan’s head?”He held back his laughter, clearly mocking me. Jackson had been away for