All Chapters of Reborn and Unbound: No Ties to My Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time I finished wrapping up the new project I was handling, it was already evening. My husband, Lucian Coltrane, called me and asked me to come to our hotel, saying he had a surprise for me.I hurried over to our family-owned hotel, only to realize that a business summit was being held there.The lobby was brightly lit and bustling with people. At a glance, I spotted Morgan Lancaster, my ex-husband whom I hadn't seen in eight years. Standing beside him was Freya Springer, his childhood sweetheart, and the two of them were smiling as they chatted with the people around them.A middle-aged man, Harvey Pratt, said to Morgan with a smile, "Mr. Lancaster, you're really soaring high these days. Your company's new office has just opened and all your investment projects have already been snapped up."Also, everyone knows how awfully hard it is to make a reservation at this hotel, yet you managed to do it and even host a business summit here. You're truly a role model for the rest

My phone buzzed with a message from Lucian. I couldn't be bothered to explain anything to the crowd before me. After all, the hotel they were in belonged to me.Morgan was taken aback, his brows furrowing. "Honestly, look at you. You've got so many opportunities right in front of you, yet you don't even try to seize them and just want to leave? After all these years away from me, have you really lost all your ambition?"Freya interjected softly, trying to defuse the situation. "Don't say that. Perhaps Ms. Smith is simply busy and needs to go for another business meeting. Though, if you need any help, you can always ask us, Ms. Smith. After all, you took care of Morgan for me in the past. I owe you a favor."Harvey gave me another once-over, curling his lips in disdain. "Still, Ms. Smith, your outfit is rather… plain. Why don't I have my housekeeper lend you one of her dresses? At least it would be more presentable than what you're wearing now."A wave of laughter erupted around u

As Lucian carried Theo with one arm and held my hand with the other, we headed out of the hotel. The evening breeze from the doorway carried a hint of coolness, along with Morgan's voice, tinged with urgency and reluctance. "Valencia! Wait!"I kept walking as if I didn't hear him."Valencia!" Morgan raised his voice, a sharp edge creeping into it.He quickened his pace and caught up, positioning himself directly in front of us. His chest heaved slightly, his carefully styled hair now somewhat disheveled. "You're just leaving like this?"I looked at him, my tone flat and indifferent. "Is there anything else, Mr. Lancaster? I've already given you my congratulations.""You—"He seemed to be caught off guard by the way I addressed him. His gaze carried a complicated look as it shifted restlessly between Lucian and me, before finally resting on Theo, who was still in Lucian's arms. "Is he really your son? I think there's some sort of misunderstanding between us.""A misunderstand

Third-Person Point of ViewAfter that night at the business summit, Morgan locked himself up in his office. He refused to see anyone the entire day. As he sat at his desk, he drummed his fingers on it mindlessly, replaying the scenes from the previous night in his head on an endless loop.He thought about how Valencia had held the little boy, whose features closely resembled her own, while the man beside her naturally wrapped an arm around her. The hotel manager had stood nearby with such deference, and Valencia's gaze on Morgan had been calm and detached, as if she were looking at a complete stranger.Morgan suddenly swept a decorative ornament off his desk, sending it crashing to the floor with a jarring sound.His chest heaved violently, a torrent of humiliation, regret, and intense resentment threatening to drown him.His secretary, Trevor Crawford, cautiously knocked and entered to deliver his report. "Mr. Lancaster, the collaboration proposal we submitted was politely de

Valencia's First-Person Point of ViewIt was just an ordinary afternoon when I returned to the company to handle some matters.Morgan walked in dressed very plainly. He seemed almost fragile—a stark contrast to the sharp, imposing figure he had once been."Valencia... I've missed you so much…" He closed the office door behind him, his voice choked up with emotion.I remained seated behind my desk, my tone distant. "Mr. Lancaster, this is inappropriate. You're crossing the line. Please leave."He took a desperate step forward, planting his hands on my desk. His eyes were red-rimmed. "I know I was wrong. I was blinded back then. I shouldn't have treated you as a stand-in. I shouldn't have divorced you…"I looked at him calmly, feeling nothing. "I've long forgotten the past.""You've forgotten? I don't believe it!" Tears fell as he shook his head. "We had such a good beginning. You treated me so well… I was foolish not to appreciate it! Valencia, give me another chance, please? I