All Chapters of Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AmyWarren’s voice kept calling me for a while, quietly, so as not to attract the guests’ attention. It would be awful for him if anyone there noticed I had ignored him.I didn’t look back for a single moment and kept moving away until I could no longer hear him. People would question me about it—the Amy from before would never have treated Warren like that, because in my past life I loved him blindly and would have done anything not to hurt him. But I wasn’t that Amy anymore, and I’d been tired of pretending to be someone I wasn’t for a long time.I searched for Megan among the guests, and then I saw Simon on the other side of the hall. My feet froze instantly as I watched him lift a large goblet of wine to his lips. When his eyes met mine, my knees went weak.I didn’t want another conversation with Simon, and when I remembered how he had held me in the garden a few minutes earlier, my whole body prickled. I immediately stepped back, looking for an emergency exit.When I spun on my h

AmyIt seemed everyone wanted to speak with me simultaneously. Everywhere I looked, someone was watching me, opening their lips, waving, looking for a small space to steal my time.The party’s end was approaching; we still had the waltz, the cake, and the final tributes to Megan. I wanted to ensure everything turned out perfectly so that the news would spread and everyone would know how special Megan was.I ignored everyone and headed toward my parents. Not only that, but I hugged Megan for the hundredth time. I looked at her, silently remembering that no matter how bad my past life had been, none of it would repeat itself. Things would be different for my family and me from that moment on.“It’s time for the waltz,” I said, smiling.“Wait, Amy,” Megan’s sweaty and distressed hands suddenly held me, sweaty and distressed. “I don’t know how to dance; you should have warned me so I could prepare.”Her gaze darted everywhere; that common fear of being judged showed across her beautiful f

AmyI was walking down the hall when Megan came running toward me. She looked a little distressed. For someone like her—the wife of the family company owner, yet constantly humiliated—seeing her in a unique position felt strange.Occasionally, my mother didn’t know how to act; I needed to lead her back to the place that was rightfully hers.“What should we do now?” She asked, clenching her fingers until they turned white.“The party was spectacular. We can cut the cake and end it. What do you think?”Megan released a long sigh, and all the fear and tiredness emptied with the air in her lungs. She offered me a sincere smile.“I agree.” Her hands pulled me into a hug. “Thank you, my dear, for this incredible day.” I will never forget it.”My eyes teared up.“Don’t forget your place in our family either and don’t let Grandma or Aaron tell you what you can or cannot do.”I stepped away and held her hand, leading her back to the ballroom.I tried in every way to forget what I had seen minu

POV AmyNotifications on my phone kept arriving. The annoying sound of the phone next to my bed woke me up. With my eyes still closed, I picked up the device as it vibrated insistently in my hands until I finally opened my eyes and understood what was happening.Last night’s news was everywhere. I gasped when I read the remarks about Megan’s birthday. My mother was the chief attraction. Everyone now saw her as a woman ready to stand by Antony and help him continue the success of April Enterprise.I smiled. In some ways, I was already changing the future.But apparently, Megan’s rise bothered many people. Malicious comments covered the page. My eyes scanned the words, and fury filled my chest.“I hope Megan doesn’t see this.” I dropped the phone onto the bed, rubbing my face. “Grandma’s and Aaron’s cruelty is enough. She doesn’t deserve more.”“Are you talking to yourself, Amy?” Sara’s voice caught me off guard. I looked behind me, and she was already closing the bedroom door. “It look

I drove through the city’s hot streets alone while my phone wouldn’t stop receiving new notifications. I shouldn’t be the news today, but Warren’s plan to pressure me seemed to work, for now.A few minutes later, I parked in front of Warren’s family company. I stepped out of the vehicle, put on my sunglasses, and adjusted the purse on my shoulder. My heart leapt in my chest, and beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, not because of the weak morning sun, but because of the rage pulsing in my veins.Incredibly, no reporters waited outside the company when I finally walked to the entrance. I smiled at the receptionist as she recognized me. I didn’t visit this place much. Warren made a special request, or rather, a threat, I see clearly now. He said he would rather not see me at his workplace so I wouldn’t distract him, but I knew the reason was different.He didn’t want me to catch him having sex with his secretary inside his office.The receptionist’s face turned red as soon as she sa