Todos os capítulos de Reborn To Destroy My Cheating Husband : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ElizabethRashford's gaze finally drifted away from me.But my heart was still pounding.He turned back to the counter, wiping the surface in slow movements. His jaw was tight. His shoulders tense. Like he was working through something in his head. Does he know? Did I give myself away?The uncertainty gnawed at me, eating away at what little composure I had left.I couldn’t stay here with him looking at me like that.“I should go home,” I said quietly, setting down the cup.Rashford looked up. “I’ll give you a ride.”“No, it’s fine—”“Claire.” His voice was firm. “It’s late. I’m not letting you walk home alone.”My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could argue.I pulled it out, not even checking the screen. “Actually, my ride’s here.”Rashford frowned. “Your ride?”“Yeah. I... I called someone earlier.” I stood quickly, grabbing my bag. “Thanks for the coffee. And the warmth. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”I was halfway to the door when his voice stopped me.“Claire.”I turned.He l

Elizabeth pov It was around noon when we arrived at the hotel. Jason said the meeting would take place tomorrow, which meant we had the rest of the day to ourselves. Thankfully, we didn’t have to share a room. The receptionist handed me a key card and directed me to my suite, while Jason’s room was directly opposite mine.I was even more relieved when he told me he had somewhere to be and left soon after.Once the door clicked shut, I finally exhaled. My hands trembled slightly as I reached into my bag and brought out the USB drive. I stared at it for a few seconds, my heartbeat echoing faintly in the quiet room. Then I plugged it into my laptop.A single file appeared on the screen. A video.My throat went dry. I hesitated for a moment before pressing play. The image was blurry at first, distorted by static. But through the haze, I could make out a man sitting in a chair inside a dimly lit room. Who was he? And why did he look like someone I’d seen before?Before I could adjust the

Pov: ElizabethTwo security guards burst through the door. They're large men with stern expressions, and Claire backs away from them like a cornered animal."Don't touch me!" she shrieks.I scream too, though no sound comes out. "Red! Red, please! I need you!"The room remains unchanged. Red doesn't appear. One security guard approaches Claire with his hands raised. "Miss, we're not going to hurt you. We just need you to calm down.""Stay away from me!" Claire grabs a lamp from the nightstand, wielding it like a weapon. The commotion must be audible throughout the entire floor because suddenly Jason's voice cuts through the chaos from the hallway."What the hell is going on?"Everyone freezes. Jason appears in the doorway, his tie loosened and his hair slightly disheveled. His eyes immediately find Claire, still clutching the lamp, tears streaming down her face."Everyone out," he says quietly.The hotel staff hesitates. The female worker speaks up. "Sir, she's quite distressed. We t

Elizabeth's PovI sat back and froze. What did I just say.Oh my God. Oh my God. What do I do now.Jason suddenly grabbed my hand and forced me to face him. My breath caught. I bit my lip, trying to think of what to say. This is all because of Claire. She pushed those words out of my mouth.I turned away from him, pretending to adjust my seat. “Why are you being so serious.”“Do you remember what you just said.” His voice was breathless.“I don’t.” I whispered.I saw his expression shift. Something cold. Something angry.“I told you,” I said softly. “I am really unwell. I just want to get home and relax. I guess it is all because of stress.”He kept staring at me, as if nothing I said made sense. His gaze felt like it could peel my skin open. Eventually he faced the road again and continued driving.“Where do you stay.” His voice was low. Detached.I whispered the address without turning to him. I did not want him to know where Claire lived, but I had no choice. I knew he would not ta

Elizabeth’s POVRashford grabbed my hand and started dragging me along with him, his grip firm and unyielding.“Let go of my hand!” I protested, trying to pull away, but he did not even slow down.As I stumbled after him, I caught sight of a sleek black car driving into the hospital parking lot. My heart skipped a beat. It looked like one of my dad’s cars.Mr. Hailey?I watched as he stepped out of the vehicle, his tall frame moving with purpose as he headed toward the hospital entrance. He must be here to see my father.The tightening grip on my hand snapped me back to reality.Rashford finally let go. I stood there rubbing my wrist, staring at the spot where his hand had been, my skin still tingling from his touch.I did not look at him. I could not, for reasons I did not fully understand.Was it Claire?Does Claire love Rashford?Why are her feelings mixing with mine?The questions swirled in my head, tightening my chest with confusion.A sudden knock on my forehead jolted me back