Semua Bab Reborn To Ruin My Ex Husband : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Selena hadn’t planned to come home early.The meeting had ended ahead of schedule, the overseas partners unusually cooperative for once. On the drive back, she stared out the car window at the familiar streets and thought, fleetingly, that maybe today was worth celebrating. Two years of marriage. A quiet dinner. Something simple.She told the driver to stop a block away.The house was quiet when she entered, the kind of quiet that felt heavy rather than peaceful. The lights were on upstairs. Selena slipped off her heels, holding the gift bag she had picked up impulsively—nothing extravagant, just a watch she thought he would like.She climbed the stairs slowly.A sound reached her halfway up.Laughter.It was soft, muffled, intimate. Not the laughter he used at business dinners or family gatherings. This was lower, unguarded. The kind of sound that belonged behind closed doors.Selena stopped.For a moment, she told herself she was overthinking it. The house was large. Echoes happened

Selena woke with a sharp gasp, her body jerking upright as if dragged back from deep water. Her chest rose and fell too fast, lungs burning, heart slamming against her ribs. For a few seconds, she couldn’t move. The sensation of falling—of darkness swallowing her—still clung to her bones. She was alive. The first thing she noticed was the light. Morning sunlight filtered through half-drawn curtains, warm and soft, painting pale gold streaks across the bedroom walls. The air smelled faintly of jasmine—the same diffuser she used every morning. Everything was painfully familiar. Too familiar. Selena lifted her hands slowly, half-expecting to see blood. There was none. Her skin was unbroken. Smooth. Warm. Her fingers trembled. “No…” she whispered. Her voice sounded hoarse, unused. She swallowed and forced herself to breathe more slowly, grounding herself in sensation. The mattress beneath her. The distant hum of traffic outside. The quiet ticking of the clock on the nightstand.

And head down to the dining.The dining room filled slowly with quiet movement and polite sounds—chairs sliding back, cups being set down, footsteps approaching.Selena looked up just as her husband entered.He was dressed impeccably, as always. Dark suit, crisp shirt, the faint, expensive cologne she had once associated with comfort. He paused when he saw her, a practiced smile forming on his lips.“You’re up early,” he said casually. “I thought you’d still be asleep.”Selena rose from her chair, smoothing her skirt. “It’s your birthday,” she replied softly. “Of course I’m up.”Her tone was gentle. Warm. Perfect.He didn’t notice the stillness behind her eyes.He stepped closer and kissed her cheek, quick and distracted. She felt nothing—no warmth, no disappointment. Just awareness. The angle of his body. The lack of affection in the gesture.“Well,” he said, pulling out a chair, “I’m curious. You always like to make a big deal out of today.”Selena smiled.Once, she had taken pride

Selena returned home before sunset.The house greeted her with the same familiar stillness, soft lighting already switched on by habit. From the outside, to the inside nothing had changed. Everything had been the same. Then she heard. Her husband’s voice drifted from the living room, animated and confident as he spoke on the phone. Selena slowed her steps, listening.“Yes, I told you—it’s already settled,” he said with a laugh. “Once the restructuring is complete, things will move fast. Very fast.”She stepped into view just as he ended the call. He looked up, surprised, flickering briefly before his composer replaced it.“You’re back early,” he said. “How was your day?”Selena smiled and set her bag down neatly. “Productive.”That was true—just not in the way he imagined it.She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, movements unhurried. From the corner of her eye, she watched him loosen his tie, posture relaxed, confidence practically radiating from him.He wa