บททั้งหมดของ Reborn to Ruin Her Husband : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

ELIAS’s POV Elias felt like he was being trapped. His own parents were turning against him. Serena was standing there like a vulture, waiting for him to fall. "Thea is my wife," Elias said. "Whatever happened in that cabin... there is a reason for it. I trust her so you can stop with the delusions that you are going to make me sign a divorce paper.” Beatrice stepped closer. She looked at Elias with pity. "You trust her? Elias, she told you she didn't love you. Serena told me that Maya heard everything. Thea said you were just a tool for her. How can you be so blind?" "Because I know her!" Elias shouted. "I know her better than any of you! She is fighting her family. She is trying to survive. Sure, I might not have loved her before the wedding but now we are married, we have been married for years now and it’s time to get used to it instead of trying to sabotage it every minute." "Elias, She is playing you," Serena said. "I’m sure your marriage is only this long so she could get

THEA’s POV The hotel room was silent, but the world outside was screaming. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the clock. It was 9:00 AM. In the movies, big moments happen with music and fast cuts. In real life, big moments happen in the quiet spaces while you wait for a phone call. I looked at my hands. They were steady. For twenty years, these people, my mother, my father, my sister had made me feel like a ghost in my own home. They had talked over me, lied about me, and used me like a piece of furniture. In my past life, they succeeded in erasing me. But today, I was the one holding the eraser. My burner phone buzzed. It was a text from my private investigator: “Police are two minutes away from the Sterling mansion. Media is in position.” I stood up. I didn’t have a mirror in this cheap room, but I didn’t need one. I knew exactly who I was. I walked out, checked out of the hotel using cash, and took a taxi toward the business district. I told the driver to stop a block

Elias’s POVI stood by the window of my bedroom. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets. Below me, on the front lawn, I could see the reporters. They looked like ants crawling over each other. They were waiting for me to come out and cry. They were waiting for me to say I hated my wife.They were going to wait a long time."Elias? Are you still in there?"It was my mother’s voice. Beatrice had been knocking on my door every thirty minutes for the last five hours."Go away, Mother," I said. My voice was raspy because I hadn't used it much."The lawyers are here, Elias!" she shouted through the wood. "George is losing his patience. Serena has been so helpful. She even brought over the draft for the public statement. We just need you to sign the divorce papers so we can end this nightmare."I walked to the door and unlocked it. I pulled it open so fast that my mother almost fell forward. She was dressed in a perfect black dress, looking like she was going to a funeral. Behind her, Se

THEA’s POV I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Elias. "You bought the news agency?" he asked. He sounded impressed. "It was the only way to kill the story quickly," I said. "If I waited for a court, the lie would have lived forever. I had to kill it at the source." "You really are a queen," Elias whispered. He kissed my forehead. "But you don't have to be a manipulative one. You can just be mine." "I can be both," I said, smiling at him. I walked back to the living room and sat down with Liam. "Is the new article ready?" "Yes," Liam said. "It’s called The Sterlings Crime-field: How Corrupt Media Helped Hide a Decade of Crime.' It lists Jerry and three other journalists. The city is going to go crazy, Thea. You aren't just a whistleblower anymore. You’re a media mogul." "Good," I said. I looked out the window at the city. In my past life, the city was a scary place full of people who wanted to hurt me. Now, the city felt like a board game. I knew the moves. I knew the player

THEA’s POV The laptop screen cast a bright blue light across the dark wooden desk in the Vane mansion. I sat alone in the library, surrounded by old, heavy books that smelled like history. It was late at night. Elias was in the corporate office downtown, finishing an emergency meeting with his board of directors. The city was quiet now, but the papers in front of me were loud.They were my father’s secret financial records. Every page showed a new lie, a new bribe, or a new fake company. I rubbed my eyes. My neck was stiff from leaning over the desk for four hours. In my past life, I never looked at these papers. I didn't even know they existed. I had been too busy crying, wondering why my mother didn't love me, or why my sister wanted to ruin my life.Now, looking at the numbers, I understood. It was never about love or hate. It was about greed.My personal phone buzzed against the wood of the desk. The sound made me jump. I picked it up, expecting a message from Elias telling me