All Chapters of Reborn to Ruin Her Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The Downtown Cafe was old and quiet. It had brick walls, low wooden tables, and the loud hum of an espresso machine playing in the background. A young waitress with a white apron was walking around, carrying a tray of pastries to an elderly couple sitting near the front entrance. In the very back corner, away from the large front windows, Scott Beckett sat alone in a booth. He looked terrible. He had been sitting there for an hour, drinking black coffee that had now gone completely cold. He kept unlocking his phone, looking at the time, and locking it again. Every time the bell above the cafe door rang, he jerked his head up to look. The bell rang again. A woman walked in. She was wearing a simple tan trench coat with the collar pulled up, and her hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She looked around the room with sharp, intelligent eyes. Thea. Scott stood up immediately, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. A businessman sitting at the next table looked

The air inside the gray stone walls of the prison was damp and cold. Elias sat behind the clear glass window of the visiting room, waiting. A few minutes later, the metal door on the other side opened. A guard led Maya Sterling into the room. She looked entirely different from the proud girl who used to look down on everyone. Her bright orange jumpsuit was too big for her thin frame. Her hair was messy, and her face was pale and hollow. When she saw Elias, a bitter, twisted smile appeared on her lips. She picked up the plastic phone. Elias picked up his phone, his face looking like ice. “Elias," Maya mocked through the receiver. "Did you come to see how the poor people live? Or did you come to beg me to sign over the rest of my father's hidden bank accounts?" “I came to look at you," Elias said coldly. "I came to make sure you understand your situation, Maya. Your father’s lawyers have already given up. I have personally hired the best prosecution team in the state. I am going to

THEA’s POV I kept my hand on Darius’s heavy sleeve for only a second before I pulled it back. My mind was spinning. The air in the cafe felt very thick, and it was getting harder to breathe. I looked at Darius. He was no longer the quiet boy from the library steps. He was a powerful man now, and the intense look in his eyes made my chest tighten. Before I could answer him, a loud noise broke the silence of the cafe. SCREECH! Outside the large glass windows, the sound of heavy tires burning against the asphalt echoed through the street. A black luxury SUV had pulled up so fast that it blocked the entire sidewalk. The door threw itself open, and a man stepped out. It was Elias. My breath caught in my throat. Elias did not look like the calm, collected CEO he usually was. His long black coat was flying open in the wind, his tie was slightly crooked, and his face was tight with pure, unbridled rage. He had the crumpled ball of my note gripped tightly in his right fist. H

THEA’s POV The cold air of the east wing bedroom kept me awake. I sat at the small vanity table, my eyes still a bit red from crying. The silver moonlight was the only light in the room, but it was enough. I pulled a blank piece of paper from the dusty drawer and found an old, cheap pen. I needed to clear my head. In this new life, I was currently in the third year of my marriage with Elias. In my past life, I lived for exactly six years before I died in the hospital. That meant I had three years left before the date of my original death. I drew a long line down the middle of the paper. On the left side, I wrote: The Past Life. On the right side, I wrote: The New Life. I needed to look at the facts. I needed to see exactly how much the timeline had changed so I could plan my next steps. On the left side, under the past life, I began to write down what happened during the third year of my marriage. > Year 3 (Past Life): I was entirely weak. My mother was giving me the headach

THEA’s POV The name Emily Duvall hit the room like a block of ice.Elias’s hand shook violently. The expensive porcelain coffee cup slipped from his fingers and hit the mahogany table. CLATTER! Dark black coffee spilled everywhere, rushing across the white cloth and dripping onto the shining floor. A few hot drops splashed onto his white linen shirt, but he did not even blink.His face was completely dark, his eyes filled with a sudden, deep fear."Thea," Elias said. His voice was no longer soft or sweet. It was a harsh, tight whisper that made the air feel heavy. "No. Absolutely not. Anyone but her."I sat perfectly still, watching the dark liquid stain the table. I did not look surprised. "Why not, Elias? She is the most famous writer in the city. If she works for my new media company, everyone will respect us."Elias stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor. He leaned over the table, his hands pressing into the wood. "You do not understand, Thea. Emily Duvall