All Chapters of Reborn: Not Your Wife Anymore!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lucy HawthorneI used to believe love was something pure, unbreakable.Indefinite.Maybe that was why I clung so tightly to him.Adrian Hawthorne.Even when the pieces of us began to crack similar to a thin porcelain, I was still hopeful.For that reason, I ignored the whispers in the mansion halls, the knowing glances from the servants, and the way his smile began to sharpen, forming into someone I could no longer recognize. All because of how genuine I love him.And I innocently, foolishly thought he bore the same feelings for me.But love is not always what murders you.Sometimes, it’s the lie which pretends to be love.Or sometimes, it's both.–I woke that morning to an empty bed, though the sheets on his side were still warm. Adrian was often up early for work, but something about the silence today felt wrong, hollow, stretching too thin than usual. After getting a shower, I wrapped myself in my casual floral dress, sliding a pair of low heels as I wandered through the house.

Lucy HaleTwo days.I had spent two whole days avoiding the boutique, clinging to the hope that skipping that one doomed shift would be enough to alter everything. My fingers lightly clenched my sling bag’s strap, already noticing the sweat beginning to form on my palm.Can I really do this? Can I really change my fate?These thoughts had unwillingly vacated my mind, recycling me into the same loophole of anxiousness.I had even forced myself to rest yesterday, taught myself to breathe, as though it was the hardest thing to accomplish. To reassure myself that fate could be rewritten.But my heart wouldn't freaking listen!Thus, when the signboard of the distinguished yet melancholic ‘Veloura Atelier’ slipped into my view, a storm erupted in my already chaotic thoughts.This is it. The place where all of my tragedy began. Even the sight of it had my chest tightened, wretched in an inhuman manner. Lucy, please, don't be scared. I gripped the bag strap even tighter, attempting to fe

Lucy Hale“I’m fine.” A curt reply was all I managed to give towards the stranger, though I'm sure he also noticed the pretense I failed to hide.I practically felt how unwilling my lips were to stretch, forcing a tight smile. One which felt wrong on my features compared to the turmoil in my soul. “Just a little dizzy. Thank you for asking.” I muttered, awkwardly cleared my throat.He didn’t seem convinced, but he heedlessly gave me a small nod, stepping away to give me enough space.Grateful for the distance, I turned away quickly, pretending to be busy myself. I strided near the wardrobe full of all kinds of sophisticated suits design. It's definitely the designs they would likely select after the measurement.A light sigh heavily left my lips, I really wished I could just go home and rest for the day.My eyes moved, sneakily glanced towards the gentleman, seeing him scrolling through his phone. Fortunately, he didn't inquire too much of it or it might have been a handful.Let'

Lucy HaleThe boutique closed an hour later than usual that evening.By the time Mia pulled down the metal shutters, the sky outside had darkened into a deep blue. It was a thoughtful blue, the kind that made the city feel hushed and intimate. Most of the people had either finished their work or had already gone home.The silence outside the shop felt heavier than normal, thick with questions neither of us had asked yet.Mia broke it first.“So,” she started, “who do you think this important guest is?” She leaned against the shutter and inserted her hand in her pocket jacket, the night wind might have been too cold for her.I pretended to rummage through my bag, buying myself a few seconds. My fingers brushed over an unused heatpad, gripping it before handing it to Mia. “I don’t know,” I muttered, carefully neutral. My chest tightened from the dishonesty.Mia shot me a look. “Liar.” Though she still reached out for the heatpad and began to stride towards her home direction.I sm

Lucy HaleThe engine hummed softly beneath us as the car slid onto the main road, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. Mrs Clair had insisted we use the company car.She thought it was only proper, given the importance of the event. I sat in the passenger seat, seatbelt neatly hugging my front, posture composed.Though inside, I was anything but.I sighed, nerves started to build on my spine.Mia gripped the steering wheel tighter, her shoulders stiff. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered, eyes fixed firmly ahead. “An actual Hawthorne family event. I feel like I’m going to mess something up, Lucy.”“You won’t,” I chirped, patting her shoulder gently though my own voice felt far away. “You’re doing great.”She laughed nervously. “You say that now. Wait until we arrive.”I didn’t answer, only huffed a laugh.Because I know I couldn't hide my nervousness as well.The suits hung carefully in the backseat, protected by garment bags, swaying gently with every turn. One b