All Chapters of Reborn to Ruin Her Husband : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The air in the living room was thick with tension as Thea stepped past the archway.Beatrice Vane sat on the velvet sofa, holding a porcelain cup with perfect posture. Beside her sat Serena, dressed in a sleek designer outfit, her blonde hair falling smoothly over her shoulders. Two heavy leather suitcases sat near the coffee table, clearly indicating that Serena was not just dropping by for a brief visit.When Thea entered, Beatrice did not look surprised. She set her teacup down on the saucer with a soft, deliberate click and leaned back against the plush cushions."Ah, Thea," Beatrice said, her voice smooth and dripping with artificial warmth. "You are back early. I was just helping Serena settle in. I hope you don't mind that she will be staying here for a while. It is just a harmless visit between old friends, after all."Serena looked up at Thea, offering a soft, gentle smile that did not reach her eyes. "Hello, Thea. I hope my presence isn't an inconvenience. Auntie Beatrice in

The clock in the corner of the living room ticked steadily, marking the quiet passage of time. It was well past two o'clock in the morning.The entire Vane estate was wrapped in deep, heavy darkness. Beatrice Vane had long gone back to her estate, still fuming from the cold, dismissive way Thea had treated her earlier in the evening. But Serena did not leave, she had placed her things in the guest room. Serena sat quietly on the edge of the velvet sofa in the pitch-black living room. She wore a soft silk robe over her clothes, her legs crossed, her dark eyes fixed on the tall glass windows that overlooked the front driveway. A cold glass of water sat untouched on the coffee table beside her.She had been sitting in the dark for over two hours, waiting."He has to come home," Serena whispered to herself, her voice tiny in the empty room. "He can't stay at the office all night. Auntie Beatrice was right... he is stressed, he is drowning in work, and his marriage is a mess. He will come

Thea stood near the tall wooden doors of Courtroom 3. She wore a sharp, tailored navy blue suit, her l hair neatly pulled back into a smooth low bun. Her hands rested calmly over the strap of her leather handbag. Beside her, Lawyer Vincent adjusted his wire rimmed glasses and flipped through a thick paper folder, double checking every document one last time."The judge is ready for us, Thea," Lawyer Vincent said softly, looking up with a confident nod. "The evidence we submitted early this morning is absolute. There is no argument Arthur's defense team can make.""Thank you, Lawyer Vincent," Thea replied, her voice smooth and grounded. "Let us finish this."Before they could turn toward the heavy oak doors, the rhythmic sound of firm, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall.Thea turned her head.Walking toward them down the quiet corridor was Elias. He wore a dark charcoal suit that fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, his necktie straight, his hair neatly styled back. There was no tra

THEA’s POV The sudden realization hit me like a physical blow.The gray stone exterior, the sleek tinted glass doors, the manicured private driveway, everything about the building in front of us screamed cold, clinical memories I had tried so hard to leave behind.I sat completely frozen in the front passenger seat of the SUV. My breathing turned shallow and fast, my chest constricting as if the air had been entirely sucked out of the cabin. My fingers dug deep into the soft leather of my handbag, trembling so violently that I could barely keep my grip.In my first life, this was where my body had slowly given up. This was where the endless sterile hallways, the quiet whispers of nurses, and the cold indifference of doctors had marked the final chapters of my existence. Five years of marriage, five years of overworking myself to exhaustion, of trying to be the perfect, silent wife while being drained by Arthur, Sherry, and even Elias, it had all ended right behind those heavy glass

ELIAS’s POV The memory flashed instantly in my head.Maya had arrived at the Vane estate with a troupe of paid paparazzi hovering outside the gates. She had carried a stack of forged medical papers, loudly claiming that Thea was mentally unstable and needed to be forcibly checked into a psychiatric facility for her own health. It had all been a desperate, dirty ploy because Thea had blocked a major Sterling stock transfer that would have lined Arthur's pockets.That afternoon months ago was the very first time I had actively stepped in. I had torn up the papers, threatened Maya with legal ruin, and chased the paparazzi off my property, keeping Thea safe inside my home."They used hospitals as weapons against her for years, Elias," Liam said softly over the phone. "Every time she went near a clinic, it meant isolation, fake diagnoses, and being controlled by people who hated her. To you, a hospital represents safety and family planning. To Thea, a hospital represents a cage."I close