Todos los capítulos de Reborn as The Billionaire's Wife: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Elena’s POVThe city looked unreal from up here glass and gold and light, stretched beneath the balcony like a promise that had finally learned how to keep itself.I rested my hands on the railing, breathing in the cool night air, trying to quiet the emotions swelling in my chest. So much had happened. Too much, sometimes, to believe this life was truly mine.Ten years ago, I had died broken and betrayed.Tonight, I was alive strong, loved, and standing beside the man who had changed the course of my fate.Alexander stepped behind me, close enough that I could feel his warmth without him touching me. He had learned, over time, when to give me space and when to pull me back from the edge. This was one of those quiet moments where words weren’t necessary… yet.“You’re thinking too hard again,” he murmured.I smiled faintly. “Is it that obvious?”“To me? Always.”He reached around me then, his arms sliding securely around my waist. The simple gesture grounded me, anchoring me to the pres

(Elena’s POV)Silence has a sound.I learned that the night Alexander almost lost me.The hospital room was quiet in that sterile, humming way machines breathing for people who were too tired to do it themselves, white walls pretending they didn’t know how much pain they had witnessed. The city lights outside the window blinked like distant stars, indifferent and unbothered by the fact that my world had nearly shattered.Alexander sat beside my bed, his hand wrapped tightly around mine, as if letting go might make me disappear.He hadn’t slept.I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the dark shadows beneath his eyes, the way his jaw clenched every time a nurse passed the door. This was the man who faced boardroom wars and hostile takeovers without blinking yet now he looked like someone barely holding himself together.And somehow, that hurt more than the ache in my chest.“I’m still here,” I whispered, my voice dry but steady.His head snapped up instantly.“Elena.” My name

Elena’s POVThe night tastes like rain and old secrets.I stand on the terrace of the Knight coastal estate, the sea stretching black and endless below, waves breaking like they’re trying to warn me of something I don’t yet understand. The wind tugs at my hair, cold enough to keep my thoughts sharp too sharp.Alexander is behind me. I can feel him without turning around. I always can.“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he says quietly.In my past life, those words would have sounded like control. Now, they sound like fear his, not mine.“I needed air,” I reply. “And honesty.”That makes him stiffen.I turn then, finally, and the porch light catches his face: the strong lines, the familiar shadow in his eyes. The man who married me for strategy. The man who learned to love me like it was war and chose to lose.“I saw the file,” I say.Silence crashes between us louder than the sea.“The one marked Project Rebirth,” I continue. “The one Richard died trying to protect. The one your fathe

Elena’s POVI had learned, over two lifetimes, that peace was never quiet.It was deceptive. It arrived softly, like silk laid over a blade, convincing you that the worst had passed right before it cut.That was the feeling in my chest as I stood on the terrace of the Knight estate, the city stretching endlessly below. Lights shimmered like constellations fallen to earth. From a distance, everything looked perfect. Untouchable.Behind me, Alexander was on a call low-voiced, controlled, dangerous in the way only he could be. The man who ruled boardrooms and shadows alike. The man who had become my husband, my anchor, my second chance.And yet my fingers were cold.I pressed my palm to my stomach, breathing slowly.You survived death once, I reminded myself. You survived Richard. You survived rebirth.So why did it feel like something was circling back?“Elena.”Alexander’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned just as he ended the call, his expression shuttered, the warmth he reserve

(Elena’s POV)The night air on the terrace tasted like rain and city lights sharp, electric, alive. Below us, the metropolis stretched endlessly, glass towers glittering like a constellation someone had carefully arranged just for us. For a moment, I wondered if this was how fate looked when it finally stopped trying to kill me.Alexander stood beside me, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The wind teased his dark hair, and the city reflected in his eyes steel and fire, softened by something that had nothing to do with power.Love.“I used to come up here alone,” he said quietly. “When the board got vicious. When everything felt like a war.”I turned to him. “And now?”He faced me fully, his expression open in a way that still startled me after everything we’d survived. “Now it feels like home.”The word landed deep in my chest.Home.In my first life, that word had been fragile. Temporary. Something I lost piece by piece my parents’ trust, my future, my dignity until the