บททั้งหมดของ Reborn: Not Your Wife Anymore!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lucy Hale“You were never meant to be permanent.”No, please.“You should’ve known your place, Lucy.”Adrian!I jolted awake, my breath ripping from my lungs in a harsh gasp. Another day, another nightmare of the same moment. Adrian’s cold, expressionless eyes staring at me dismissively as he pushed me off the cliff. The weight of the water, the freezing sea swallowing me whole, the pain.Even death wasn’t enough to erase it. My mind replayed it mercilessly.As if determined to remind me how tragic my past life ended.I lay there in tremble, staring at the ceiling of my tiny apartment. My blessedly familiar apartment. And not the luxury of the Hawthorne residence. Not the gilded prison Adrian built around me.Here, the morning sunlight was soft, unfrozen. The air smelled faintly of the lavender candle I forgot to put out last night. The wooden floor creaked under the old heater. My plant by the window drooped pitifully, as it always did whenever I forgot to water it.It was p

Lucy HaleWhat's going on?I thought this was supposed to happen two days ago.Anxiety creeped its way across my skin, pricking me in every way possible.I could sense it.The moment our eyes met, my entire body went numb.A face I once woke up to every morning. A face I last saw staring down at me mercilessly as I fell off a cliff to my death.My lungs refused to work for a second and even so, I forced myself to breathe.I forced my hands to unclench, undigging my nails from my palm.I tore my gaze away from him, desperate to reclaim even a shred of control.My voice scraped out of my throat. “Mia, could you handle the gentlemen for a bit? I still need to sort out the new stock.”It was a weak excuse, but Mia didn’t notice. Or she pretended to, I wildly guessed.She nodded, eyeing me oddly before she turned to greet both of the men. The other guy smiled politely at her, adjusting the sleeves of his dark blazer.All the while, Adrian’s gaze lingered on me with unreadable intensity.

Lucy HaleHow did this even happen?“Lucy,” Mrs Clair uttered calmly, folding her hands on the polished desk, “I need you to listen carefully.”Her voice was steady, measured even, the kind of tone people used when the truth had already been decided.I couldn't even speculate what was on her mind. When I arrived at work this morning, Mia suddenly pulled me aside, her eyebrows knitted, full of solemnness.-“Lucy! What should we do?”The uneasiness seemed foreign to her usually cheerful features. “Mrs Clair suddenly asked for us just now. Did we do something wrong?” Mrs Clair was the rightful owner of the grand Veloura Atelier. She was known to be the recognized designer during the present time and even so in the future.Which was why I understood so well the worriness evident within Mia as of now. She quite rarely presents in these branches due to her engagement in bigger projects Thus, all the reasons why it's tugging me uncomfortably.“Mia, I'm sure there's nothing to worry abo

Lucy Hale“So it’s really them.” Mia whispered, not even trying to hide her curiosity. “It seems they really are big figures.”“Yeah.” I let out a small smile.It was as figured, it was him.“This works,” Adrian muttered, checking himself on the mirror. “Better than expected.”The man whom now I deemed as Adrian’s friend adjusted the cuff thoughtfully. His fingers brushing the fabric as if committing the texture to memory. A genuine smile tugged on his lips. “It’s perfect. You were right about the fabric. It holds its shape beautifully.”Luckily, both of them were already satisfied with the first suit.That alone should have been a relief.And yet my shoulders only loosened slightly as Adrian nodded at the finished fitting. His calm and unreadable expression settled an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Mia let out a quiet breath beside me, pride flickering across her face.I inclined my head, keeping my tone professional. “I’m glad it meets your expectations.”“That’s why we

Lucy HaleFor a few seconds after the impact, neither of us moved.The engine idled softly, almost mockingly calm compared to the chaos pounding inside my chest. My ears rang, my hands trembled, and the smell of hot metal seeped faintly into the air.I scrunched my nose instinctively.“Did we just get hit?” Mia breathed finally, her voice thin with disbelief.I nodded, though my mind was already racing ahead.To the consequences, explanations, and the inevitable conversation I will have with Mrs Clair.The company car.Her trust.Her quiet expectation that we would arrive without incident or any issues.I bit my lips, wheels of thoughts already running in my mind.How was I supposed to explain this?“It might not be too bad,” I queried automatically, forcing myself to sound steady. “Maybe just a scratch.”I didn’t believe it.We unbuckled in silence and stepped out of the car. The air felt heavier here, the road empty from any vehicle except for the tall trees on the side. Their s