All Chapters of Rebirth of the Betrayed Wife: The Love He Regretted Too Late: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NyssaThe weekend came sooner than I expected.I sat inside my car in the parking lot, my hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as I stared at the sign above the entrance.Hawthorne Garden Cafe.This was it. I was finally about to hear the truth.I slowly released my grip on the steering wheel. I still didn't know exactly what I was afraid of. Maybe it was the answer, or maybe it was everything that the answer might change.Either way, I couldn't sit there forever.I stepped out and headed toward the cafe. At the counter, one of the waiters greeted me, and I gave him my name. He nodded before leading me toward a quieter section at the back.He stopped in front of a door and opened it."This way, ma'am."When the door opened, I stopped for half a second.Kieran was sitting calmly inside.My heart gave a small, uneasy thud. So it really was him. I had tried not to jump to conclusions on the way here, but seeing him waiting for me made the suspicion I'd been carrying all along

Kieran“Hazel is doing much better now. Her condition has stabilized, so there’s no reason to keep her here. She can be discharged today.”The doctor closed Hazel’s file and gave me a reassuring look.“That’s good to hear.” I nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.”Serena, who had been sitting beside Hazel on the hospital bed, finally turned toward the doctor.“We’ll take good care of her,” she said quickly. “Thank you for everything you’ve done.”“You're welcome.” The doctor gave Hazel one last glance before stepping away from the bed.“You’ll just need to sign the discharge papers before you leave.”“I’ll take care of it.”My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. The moment I saw the caller, I excused myself and walked toward the lobby before answering the call.The moment the call connected, I spoke.“How did the meeting go?”There was a brief silence on the other end before Gina finally spoke.“The meeting went well.”“Good.”She hesitated again. “But Kieran… about the donor—”“Don't worry a

Nyssa“Based on the information we've gathered, I believe Kellan may be deliberately misrepresenting events to avoid taking responsibility for his actions.”Audrey's statement drew everyone's attention.Bria leaned forward. “But if he's deliberately lying, how do you explain his reactions whenever someone challenges his account? He becomes genuinely distressed.”“Being upset doesn't automatically make him innocent,” Audrey replied. “But I agree that we can't conclude he's lying simply because his account differs from the evidence. I'm saying we need to consider the possibility.”I glanced at Kellan's file.The ten-year-old had been referred to our clinic after several incidents involving inaccurate accounts of events. He'd accused a classmate of stealing his pencil case, only for the teacher to find it inside his desk. On another occasion, he'd told his mother that his teacher humiliated him after a mathematics test, despite passing and receiving praise for his performance.His father

NyssaAs I drove, my thoughts returned to Gabby and her mother.“Parents these days really need to be more careful,” I remarked, keeping my attention on the road. “Sometimes, they have no idea how much their children understand or how deeply their actions can affect them.”When Bria didn't respond, I glanced at her.She was staring straight ahead, seemingly lost in her thoughts. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers shifting restlessly against each other.What was going on with her? This wasn't like her at all. Usually, she was full of energy, but today, she seemed lost in her own thoughts.“Bria?”She didn't answer. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, I reached over and touched her arm.“Bria.”She flinched. Her head turned toward me, and she blinked several times before her expression shifted into something resembling alertness.“I'm sorry, Dr. Gale. What did you ask me?”For a moment, I simply looked at her. There was something unsettling about the way she'd re

BriaCRASH!The moment I opened the door, a ceramic plate came flying toward me and shattered against the floor, scattering broken pieces right in front of my legs.I jerked backward, barely avoiding the sharp fragments, and stared at the mess near my feet.“What do you call this, Bria?!” Father's angry voice rang through the house. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Why are you only coming home now?!”My mother emerged from the kitchen, a rag still in her hands from drying them. She glanced at the broken plate before turning to Father.“Please, Frederick. Let her come inside first.” She turned to me and said quietly, “Come inside, Bria.”I stepped over the broken pieces and entered the house, closing the door behind me. Mom immediately moved toward the kitchen to get a sweeper. Hoping to avoid another argument, I started toward my room.“And where do you think you're going?”My steps faltered. Father was still standing near the dining area, glaring at me.“Have you suddenly beco