Alle Kapitel von Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Kara's pov."Here, sign it," Jeremy said as he tossed a paper at me.I was holding an orange and a knife, so I barely had time to react when the document fell to the ground.I dropped what I was holding on the table and bent to pick the document but what I saw on it made my heart stop.I froze, slowly looking up at Jeremy, who was no longer paying attention to me but to his phone. He was smiling sheepishly as he typed and for some unknown reason, that made my heart tighten against my chest.I have been feeling really sick lately and had informed him, but Jeremy barely cared and was always on the phone, making secret calls or typing happily to someone unknown."Jeremy, this is a divorce paper. I think you meant to hand me another document." I told him as I picked it up from the floor and moved closer to hand it over to him.He hurriedly hid his phone like he was hiding something when he saw me coming and frowned."Can you respect privacy, please?" He half-yelled and I jolted.Privacy

Kara's POV."Kara? Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing in bed with me?" I heard my boss, Jeremy's voice as he grabbed my hand, turning me to face him.I was also stunned, unable to believe what I was witnessing. I was naked, on the bed with Jeremy who looked like he had seen a ghost."I d..y..." I tried speaking, but only ended up saying gibberish as my head began hurting heavily; it felt like a hammer was being hit on my head.Probably, because I drank too much last night but how much did I drink, that I got crazy enough to have sex with an engaged man?I immediately tried to get off the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor as I tried to get dressed, only for the door to burst open, startling the both of us.Before I could blink, the press rushed in, flashing their cameras at us as I suddenly found it difficult to breathe, the air around turning suffocating.Who called them here?"Mr. Jeremy Devonte, is it true that you are cheating on your fiancée?" One of the reporters steppe

“You don’t look well,” Jeremy said, not even glancing up from his phone. “Go back to sleep.”I stared at him.This man. This same man who had been feeding me poison every single morning with a smile on his face, who had watched me grow sicker day by day and felt nothing, who had already planned my funeral before I even knew I was dying.And he was telling me to go back to sleep.I almost laughed.“I’m fine,” I said quietly, swinging my legs off the bed.The chest pain was already there, sitting behind my ribs like something with claws. I recognized it now. In my first life, I had dismissed it as stress, as overworking myself, as everything except what it actually was. Now I knew exactly what it meant and how many days I had before it got worse.Three days. That was all I had before everything collapsed the first time.I was not going to waste a single hour of them.“I need to go to the hospital,” I said, keeping my voice flat.That made him look up. Something shifted in his expression

“They didn’t die in an accident,” I repeated, more to myself than to him.My voice came out steadier than I felt. Inside, something was splitting open slowly, the way ice cracks before it gives way completely.“Where are you?” I asked.Ashford gave me an address. A private office on the east side, not his main firm. Somewhere quiet, he said. Somewhere safe. The way he said that last word told me everything about how seriously he was taking this.“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I said and hung up.I moved fast after that. Changed out of the house clothes I was wearing, pulled on something plain and unremarkable, tied my hair back. I checked my burner phone twice. Cleared the call log. Tucked it into the inside pocket of my jacket where it sat flat against my ribs.Then I stood in the middle of the bedroom for exactly three seconds and looked at the life Jeremy and I had built inside these walls. The expensive furniture. The artwork he picked. The bed I had shared with a man who was

“Where were you?”Not hello. Not are you feeling better. Just those three words, delivered in a voice so controlled it was almost flat.I set my bag down on the side table by the door and looked at him the way you look at something that no longer has any power over you.“The hospital,” I said. “I told you the chest pains came back.”“I called the hospital.”The air in the room changed.I kept my face still. “Which hospital?”“The one you went to yesterday.” He stood up from the couch slowly, like a man making sure his legs would hold him. “They said you had no appointment scheduled for today.”Of course they did. Because I had not gone there today.I had gone to Ashford.I blinked once and let a small crease of confusion form between my brows. “That’s strange. Maybe they mixed up the records. I saw a different doctor today, not the same one from yesterday.”“A different doctor.”“Yes. Dr. Simmons was unavailable so they redirected me to someone else.” I said the name with complete ste