All Chapters of Reborn to Destroy Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The marble floor got blurry under my tears as I scrubbed. Each time I moved my hand, my scarred fingers hurt like fire. Two years ago, I would have been a guest at a wedding like this. Now I was just the cleaning lady."Bethany!" Ms. Matilda's angry voice echoed across the big room. "That marble better shine, or you're cleaning toilets next week." She smiled at me in a mean way. She was getting back at me for three years ago when I didn't give her a job at my fashion company.I kept my mouth shut and kept scrubbing. This was the only job I could get now. I was hiding from the people who wanted money from my dead husband. I had to move to a new city. The Irony wasn’t lost on me. I used to make beautiful dresses for weddings. Now I cleaned the floors at them.The wedding music got louder as guests filled the fancy ballroom. Pretty dresses swept past my bucket. The people wearing them talked about fashion week. I knew some of their faces from my old life. I quickly looked down. They coul

Sunlight came through silk curtains I forgot I owned. It felt warm on skin that shouldn't exist. I buried myself deeper into the soft sheets. I was chasing the last moments before I woke up with all the pain.But something was wrong.The bed under me was too soft, too familiar. My bed had been a torn futon in an apartment full of roaches. Not this king sized bed I once shared with...My eyes opened fast.Cream walls. Crystal light hanging from the ceiling. The Monet picture Brock bought for our second anniversary. This was our bedroom. My bedroom. From before everything turned to ashes.I sat up fast. My heart was beating hard. My legs moved without the grinding pain that had been part of my life for two years. I threw back the blanket and stared at my legs. They looked healthy and shiny. My skin was smooth instead of covered in scars.These weren't my legs. My legs were broken, twisted, useless.I walked to the mirror. I was scared of what I would see. The face looking back made my k

The morning of Brock's funeral was gray and rainy. It was like the sky itself was putting on a show. I dressed Emma in her black velvet dress. She talked about seeing Daddy one more time."Will Daddy wake up when he sees me?" she asked. She twisted in my arms as I fixed her hair ribbon."No, sweetheart. Daddy is sleeping a very deep sleep now. But he can still hear us when we say goodbye."I spent the night planning every detail. The funeral home. The flowers. The guest list. At Eternal Rest Funeral Home, I played my part perfectly. The sad widow in designer black. I accepted sympathy with graceful calm while Emma held onto my leg. Tatiana arrived in an elegant black dress. Her acting was equally perfect."He looks so peaceful," she whispered. She walked up to Brock's open casket with tears in her eyes.I had to admire her acting. If I didn't know better, I might have believed she really cared.Marcus appeared at my side. Camera equipment hung around his neck. "Bethany, I'm so sorry