All Chapters of Reborn On My Anniversary Night: This Time I Choose Divorce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

"Don't worry," Victoria said, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a small, clear vial. "I have a solution for that. One shot into her IV. Just a little of this will lead to 'complication' which will lead to her death." "What about her parents?" Adrian asked, his voice shaking. "Even if they disowned her, they're still the Walters. They'll want an autopsy if it looks suspicious." "Then you should call them now, besides they haven't seen her in years so if you call them now they will come running," Victoria whispered, her eyes gleaming. "Tell them she's dying and the doctor asked for family members. Call them so they can get here just in time to see her go. I'll do the injection while they're on their way." I tried to scream, but my lungs wouldn't take in enough air. I tried to twitch a finger, to kick the bed, to do anything to alert a nurse, but my body was a cage. "Open your eyes, baby," Victoria hissed, leaning over me. She used her cold fingers to pry my eyelids open. "I

I stood in the center of the bedroom, the silence of the house ringing in my ears. I couldn't wait a month. Every second the air in this mansion touched my skin, I felt like I was breaking out in hives. I pulled my old, dusty luggage from the back of the closet and began folding the few clothes I owned. It was pathetic, really. As I laid out a faded blouse, I realized I couldn’t remember the last time Adrian had bought me a single thing. My life here was a cycle of unpaid labor and emotional starvation. He didn’t touch me unless he was drunk; he didn’t speak to me unless he was criticizing the salt level in his soup. In my previous life, I had spent my nights sitting by the window, literal tears in my eyes as I begged for a crumb of his affection. Thinking about it now made my stomach churn with a violent, oily sickness. *Never again.* I needed concrete proof. From my past life, I remembered that while I was outside performing the "wifely duty" of taking out the trash, the house wo

Zion The black sedan rolled to a stop on the gravel driveway, its engine cutting out with a heavy silence that seemed to settle over the entire Walter estate. I stood there, my hands deep in my pockets, watching the way the sunlight glinted off the polished hood. This was supposed to be a simple transaction—a political alliance sealed with a marriage certificate—but the woman standing in front of me was not what I expected. She was a Walter, yes, but there was a strange, jagged energy coming off her, like a wire stripped of its insulation."Who the hell are you please?" she had asked me just moments ago.I stared at her, taking in the way she looked in that dress. She was breathtaking, certainly, but it was the look in her eyes that caught me off guard. There was a haunted depth there, a shadow of someone who had seen the end of the world and somehow crawled back from it. I’d spent my life reading people across boardroom tables, and Harriet Walter was a puzzle I couldn't solve in a s