บททั้งหมดของ REBORN TO REWRITE MY FATE : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Valerie let out a slow breath and turned up the volume of the soft music playing through the speakers. Outside, the afternoon sun painted the city in warm shades of gold. Cars drifted in and out of traffic, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and life continued as though nothing extraordinary could ever happen. It almost made her believe she could finally relax. Her phone lit up with a message from one of the girls. Don't forget. We're waiting for you. Valerie smiled. On my way. She tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and focused on the road ahead. A few more minutes. That was all. She had barely driven another hundred meters when something felt... Wrong. Not enough to alarm her. Just enough to make her glance into the rearview mirror. Nothing. She looked ahead again. Traffic was unusually light. The road stretched before her, almost empty. She frowned slightly. Then she saw it. A truck. Huge. Its engine roared like a wounded beast as it sped toward her.

Several days passed after the accident. Life gradually returned to normal, as though nothing had happened. Adrian had stubbornly convinced the doctor to discharge him despite repeated warnings that he needed more time to recover. Apart from avoiding strenuous activities, he carried on with life as usual. Anthony, on the other hand, continued playing the role of the perfect husband. He checked on Valerie every morning, reminded her to take care of herself, and showered her with just enough affection to keep everyone convinced their marriage was flawless. If Valerie hadn't lived through her previous life, she might have believed him. But now, every smile he wore looked like a carefully crafted mask. Today, however, none of that mattered. It was finally the day of the high school reunion. Early that morning, Valerie had called Ren. "Send the dress over as soon as you wake up," she'd said cheerfully. "I need enough time to choose the right shoes and handbag. I also want to take a

"Uncle Charles?" Valerie's voice trembled as the name slipped from her lips. Her eyes remained fixed on the man tied to the chair, unable to believe what she was seeing. "What... what are you doing here?" For a long moment, no one spoke. The underground room seemed to fall into complete silence. Anthony looked from Valerie to the man, then back at Valerie again. Adrian frowned. "You know him?" Valerie swallowed hard before giving a slow nod. "Yes." She took a shaky breath. "He's my father's cousin." The words felt heavy on her tongue. "I haven't seen him since I was a little girl." Her gaze never left Charles. "When I was growing up, he always came to family gatherings. He used to carry me on his shoulders and buy me sweets whenever he visited." She gave a bitter laugh. "I used to think he was one of the kindest people in our family." Charles lowered his head but said nothing. Valerie continued quietly, "Until the truth came out." Her fingers curled into fists. "

Valerie rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on the pillow. "No..." She frowned. "I can't just walk in there and start talking." "That's boring." She kicked her feet playfully behind her. "I need style." "I need confidence." "I need..." She snapped her fingers. "...a grand entrance." A slow smile spread across her face. Almost immediately... Her imagination came alive. She stood outside Adrian's office, dressed in an elegant cream-colored pantsuit Sonia had picked out for her. She adjusted her blazer. Smoothed an imaginary wrinkle. Then confidently pushed the door open. Adrian was seated behind his desk, reading through a stack of documents while sipping coffee. Without looking up, he said, "I told you not to disturb me unless it's important." Valerie folded her arms. "Oh?" Adrian glanced up. The moment their eyes met... Everything froze. His coffee cup slipped from his fingers. Dark coffee splashed across the polished floor. The file in his hand followed

Two weeks had passed since the domestic violence case. To the outside world, the scandal had begun to fade. Reporters had moved on to fresher headlines, and the Lead family's public image was slowly recovering. Anthony Lead believed the same was happening inside his marriage. He convinced himself Valerie was only angry. Women always cooled off eventually. She would get tired of staying away, swallow her pride, and return home. She had done everything for him before. Surely, this time wouldn't be any different. That was what he kept telling himself. He buried himself in work, attended meetings as though nothing had happened, and ignored the nagging feeling that something was slipping beyond his control. Then, on Monday morning, his office door opened. His secretary walked in carrying a large brown envelope. "Mr. Lead." Anthony looked up from the documents on his desk. "What is it?" "It was delivered by courier this morning. They requested that it be handed to you personally