All Chapters of Rebirth: Winning Back My Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 3: Rebirth The doctor pulled up a chair and sat down beside her bed, setting his tablet aside. His voice became gentler, more human."I'm very sorry, Mrs. Blackwell." He paused, choosing his words with care. "You were approximately eight weeks pregnant when you were admitted. The trauma and blood loss—your body couldn't sustain the pregnancy. We did everything we could, but..."He trailed off, and Aveline could see him weighing his next words carefully, debating how much to say."This is your fourth miscarriage, Mrs. Blackwell." His voice was quiet but firm, the kind of honesty that came from a place of professional duty. "I need to be frank with you, because you deserve to know the full picture of your health."Aveline felt her heart stop. She knew what was coming. Remembered these exact words from her previous life, words she'd barely acknowledged then."Your body has endured significant trauma—repeated trauma over the course of your marriage. The scarring, the stress on yo

Chapter 5: The Confrontation She walked down the corridor, past assistants' desks (empty now, probably at lunch), past the small kitchenette, past the conference room where she'd once thrown a glass of water at him in front of an entire board of directors.The memory made her stomach turn.And then she was there. The door to his office stood slightly ajar, and through the gap she could see him.Lucian Blackwell sat behind his massive desk, his attention fixed on a stack of documents, his pen moving in precise, efficient strokes. His jacket hung over the back of his chair, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and his tie was loosened—small signs of dishevelment that, on him, were practically a scream of distress.He looked exhausted. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. His jaw was tight with tension. And yet he worked on, a machine built to process paperwork and bury emotion under endless tasks.Just like in my past life, Aveline thought. Every time I hurt him, he came here and worked u

Chapter 7: The Weight of Words The word hung in the air between them like a guillotine blade. Divorce. Lucian's expression didn't change. Not a flicker. Not a flinch. His face remained carved from the same stone it had been for two years—the mask he'd perfected to survive loving a woman who hated him. But Aveline saw it anyway. The almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. The way his breath caught for just a fraction of a second before resuming its steady rhythm. The slight shift in his gray eyes, darkening with a pain he couldn't quite hide no matter how practiced his control. He was nervous. Terrified, even. Waiting for her to finish, to deliver the final blow, to state whatever conditions she'd concocted for her freedom. And she knew—with a certainty that made her chest ache—that he would agree to anything. Any demand. Any humiliation. Any sacrifice. If it would make her happy, if it would stop her from hurting herself again, he would give Damien the company itself and th

Chapter 8: The InterruptionAveline slept.Curled against Lucian's side, her face pressed to his chest, she had finally drifted into something deeper than exhaustion—a true, peaceful sleep, the kind that had eluded her for two lifetimes. Her hand remained curled in the fabric of his shirt, clutching it even in unconsciousness, as if afraid he might disappear the moment she let go.Lucian didn't move.He barely breathed.His gray eyes traced the curve of her cheek, the dark lashes fanned against pale skin, the slight furrow between her brows that even sleep couldn't quite smooth away. Emotions flickered through his gaze like clouds across a stormy sky—love, pain, hope, fear, confusion, longing—all warring for dominance in the space of a single heartbeat.Who are you now? he wondered silently. And who will you be when you wake?The questions had no answers. Only time could reveal them.In the quiet of the hospital room, with the soft beep of monitors and the distant hum of the city beyo