All Chapters of Reborn: The Billionaire Second Chance Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ETHAN’S POVI knew she would go. That was never the question. The moment Mia decided to move first and contact Jason, the outcome was already set in motion. Not because I couldn’t stop her, but because I didn’t.People reveal their true nature when they think they’re in control. And Mia Carter… she had just stepped onto a board she didn’t fully understand.The restaurant had been predictable. Jason waiting. Mia arriving. The tension. The hesitation. The slow collapse of distance. I watched it all, not from inside. That would have been too obvious. Instead, I stood across the street, inside the tinted silence of the car. My eyes were fixed on the glass walls that reflected more than they concealed.David sat in the front seat, quiet. He knew better than to speak while I was thinking. And I was thinking. Not about Jason. Not even about the meeting. My mind stayed on one moment. One sentence. “I do.” My jaw tightened. It shouldn’t have mattered. It was strategy. A move. A calculated

ETHAN'S POVShe went back to him.I knew she would.That was never in question.Mia Carter was learning, yes-but she was still drawn to familiarity. To what felt safe. To what had once meant something.And Jason Miller...He knew exactly how to use that.I stood by the window of my office, the city stretching endlessly beneath me, lights flickering like a living organism.Controlled chaos.Predictable patterns.Everything made sense-if you looked close enough.Except her.My phone faced down rested on the desk behind me.Unread messages.Unanswered reports.Irrelevant.Because I already knew what I needed to know.She met him again.Private setting.Longer conversation.Closer distance.Too close.My jaw tightened slightly."She let him get too close."The words left my lips before I could stop them.Quiet.Controlled.But they lingered.A knock came at the door."Come in."David stepped in, tablet in hand, his expression already telling me he had something useful."She just arrived,"

MIA'S POV I couldn't sleep. Again. Words refused to leave my mind. You should stop asking the wrong questions. They went on and on, like an undercurrent of an impending threat I couldn't escape. I stared at the ceiling. Unmoving. My fingers twisted in the sheets, as if holding onto reality would keep me tethered to it. What did she mean? A threat?A test? Or... Did she already know? I rolled over.A slow exhale, but it did nothing to ease the pressure in my chest. No. Lily was not sloppy. If she knew, she wouldn't have told me. She would have waited. Observed. Let me walk right into her carefully constructed trap. Which meant- I was already in it. Sitting up abruptly, my room suddenly felt suffocating. My hand instinctively reached for my phone. Ethan. My finger hovered over his name. I typed. "She knows something." I stared at the words. And deleted them. Then typed again. "Lily is acting weird." Deleted. Again. Nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed sufficient. Droppin

MIAS POVI took several steps back retreating into the pool area, the feeling of betrayal sat heavily on my chest, I knew they were together I knew he would always choose her over me. But I didn’t know why I felt betrayed, I felt my chest tighten, my eyes moisten.Suddenly I felt a conviction to confront them, every step I took towards them felt like walking on glass, my eyes blurred with tears.I reached for the door, Then I heard it“…she’s starting to suspect.” My breath caught, I didn’t move, Didn’t breathe, That voice, It wasn’t Lily’s.Cold. Sharp. Controlled.Another voice followed. It was lower, dangerous in a way that made my skin crawl. “Then stop playing around.”A pause. Then,“Or we finish it now. Before Mia becomes a problem.” My blood ran cold, They were talking about me.Not vaguely. Not indirectly.Specifically.I pressed myself closer to the wall. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it through the silence. This wasn’t just Lily and Jason anymor

MIA’S POVMy fingers tightened around the door handle.“You’re the trigger.” The words echoed in my head, louder now, heavier than before. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not yet. The room behind me was quiet, but I could feel him there. Still. Watching. Waiting. Always waiting.Slowly, I turned. Ethan hadn’t moved far. He stood a few steps behind me, one hand resting lightly against the edge of his desk, his posture relaxed—but his eyes… his eyes were anything but.Sharp.Focused.On me.“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, but steady enough not to betray the storm inside me.Silence stretched between us. He didn’t answer immediately. Of course he didn’t. Ethan never gave anything easily.Instead, he straightened slightly, pushing off the desk, his movements slow, deliberate. Controlled. Like everything about him. Like he had all the time in the world.Unlike me.“You already know what it means,” he said finally. I frowned. “Then say it.” His gaze darkened j