All Chapters of 💔 Reborn: I Betrayed the Billionaire Who Loved Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Of course it was. I clenched my fingers. “Then who has access?” I asked. He hesitated—then replied, “Only internal investigators.” …Bryan Hook. Before I could say anything else— A voice spoke behind me. “Looking for something you shouldn’t be?” My body stiffened. I turned. The man from before. Tall. Calm. Smiling like he already knew everything. “You…” My brows furrowed. “Why are you here?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked closer—slow, unhurried. “Roselyn,” he said softly, “you came all this way… just to hear ‘no’?” My chest tightened. “What do you want?” He studied me. Then, without warning— He handed me a thin envelope. “Since they won’t give you the truth,” he said, voice low, “I will.” My fingers hesitated… …then took it. “…What is this?” “A piece of your past,” he replied. “And a piece Dominic Vale made sure you’d never see.” My breath caught. “…What do you mean?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Open it.” My hands trembled as I pul

My voice shattered. “I—killed them…” — Strong arms pulled me up. Held me. Tight. Firm. Unyielding. “Don’t say that.” Dominic. His voice was low. Close. Dangerously calm. I struggled weakly against him. “Let me go…” “No.” “Let me go!” I cried. His grip tightened. “Never.” My chest heaved. “You lied to me!” I hit his chest weakly. “You let me live like nothing happened! You—” “Yes.” I froze. His answer was immediate. Unshaken. “I lied.” My breath caught. “…Why?” His hand came up, wiping my tears. Gentle. Careful. Like I would break. “Because you were scared.” His voice softened. “You were shaking. You couldn’t even stand.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “I wasn’t going to let that destroy you.” My lips trembled. “So you… destroyed the truth instead?” “Yes.” No hesitation. No guilt. Just certainty. “If telling you the truth meant breaking you…” he said quietly, “then I would bury it forever.” My heart ached. “Even if it meant lying to me for the

“This is where you decided your fate,” he said quietly. My hands trembled. “I didn’t decide anything…” “Didn’t you?” He turned to me. His eyes sharper now. More intent. “Or were you pushed into it?” My breathing quickened. “What do you mean?” He stepped closer. “You think Dominic saved you,” he said. “But what if…” His voice dropped— “…he made sure you would always need saving?” My pupils shrank. “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” He gestured around us. “He erased evidence.” “He controlled the narrative.” “He shaped your memory.” My chest tightened. “He protected me.” “Or controlled you.” “Stop it.” My voice shook. “Stop twisting things.” He smiled faintly. But something about it— was wrong. Too calm. Too certain. “Look around, Roselyn,” he said. “This place hasn’t changed.” His gaze locked onto mine. “But your memories have.” A chill ran down my spine. Something— was off. “…Why does it feel like…” I whispered

Roselyn POV “No.” The word came out before I could think. “No… that’s not possible.” My grip tightened around the phone, my knuckles turning white. On the other end, Bryan Hook didn’t respond immediately. That silence— It said everything. My heart started pounding violently. “He wouldn’t do that,” I said, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “He wouldn’t turn himself in without telling me.” “Roselyn…” “Where is he?” My voice snapped. “Bryan—where is he?!” “…At the station.” The call ended. I didn’t remember grabbing my keys. Didn’t remember the drive. All I knew was— By the time I got there, I was already running. The police station felt colder than usual. Colder than any place I had ever been. As soon as I stepped inside, conversations slowed. Eyes turned. Recognition flashed across their faces. “Mrs. Vale…” The title hit me like a slap. I ignored it. “Where is he?” I demanded. No one answered. Then— “Roselyn.” I turned. Bryan Hook stood a

Then what? I stepped back slowly. My mind racing. Replaying everything. Every detail. Every memory. Every word Dominic had ever said— And everything he hadn’t. “…He said he cleaned the scene.” My voice sounded distant. “…But this…” I looked around again. “…this doesn’t look like something that was cleaned.” It looked like something that had never been chaotic to begin with. My stomach dropped. “…Poison.” The word echoed in my head. Soft. Terrifying. If there was no struggle… If there was no violent resistance… If everything was contained… Then— My breath became uneven. “…They didn’t die fighting…” My chest tightened painfully. “…They died before they could.” A sudden sharp pain shot through my head. I gasped— Grabbing onto the table again. Fragments slammed into me. Voices. Shouting. My stepfather’s voice— Angry. Demanding. My mother— Breathing hard. Something in her hand— I squeezed my eyes shut. “Stop…”