All Chapters of REBORN IN THE CATACLYSM: I DUMP MY LEECH HUSBAND FIRST: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The taste of copper filled my mouth. Blood. My own blood.Freezing sleet whipped across my face as the wind screamed around us. I tried to move, but Marcus had me pinned against the ice-covered pavement. His hands dug into my shoulders so hard they hurt.I looked up at my husband.There was no panic in his eyes. No hesitation. Nothing.Just coldness."She’s spent her whole life providing for us," Marcus said, his voice terrifyingly calm as he looked down at me. "She can do it one last time. It’s the least she can do for the family."I tried to scream, but the words caught in my throat when he shoved me backward. I stumbled into the darkness of the alley, straight into the path of the mangy, mutated strays that had been hunting us for days.Before I could get back on my feet, one of the beasts lunged at me, its jagged teeth sinking deep into my shoulder.The pain was unbearable.But somehow, the sound that hurt the most wasn't the beast's growl.It was the quiet laughter behind me as m

I spent the rest of the afternoon at a high-end financial agency downtown—a firm that specialized in asset management for ultra-wealthy clients."I need to liquidate my personal real estate portfolio immediately," I told the senior manager sitting across from me. "I want full cash value, and I want the proceeds routed into an offshore blind trust."The manager looked over my documents, his eyes widening slightly at the sheer size of my late father’s estate. "Mrs. Vance, selling these commercial properties at short notice means you'll be taking a ten percent hit on total market value.""I don't care," I said, my voice cold and firm. "Liquidate them. Use your institutional buyers. I want forty million dollars liquid cash sitting in my offshore account by tomorrow morning. If my husband’s name appears on a single document, I’ll take my business elsewhere.""Understood, ma'am," he said quickly, pulling out a pen. "Absolute privacy is guaranteed."By the time I finished signing the paperwo

Rain hammered the hotel windows like bullets.I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, laptop open, watching the money move. Forty-eight million dollars now sat in three separate offshore trusts. Clean. Untouchable. The last of my father’s commercial properties had finished liquidating at 4:17 a.m.My phone lit up again.Marcus.I had blocked his number twelve hours ago. He was calling from Chloe’s phone now.I answered on speaker and kept my voice soft.“Evelyn… baby, please. My wrist is in a cast. Mom’s having chest pains. The bank froze everything. Just… just talk to me.”I stared at the dark screen of the tablet still sitting on the nightstand. The video of him and Chloe was still paused on the moment his tongue was in her mouth.“Talk,” I said.“It was a mistake. Chloe means nothing. Sarah is your daughter in every way that matters. We can fix this. I’ll sign whatever you want. Just unfreeze the accounts and cancel that loan. Mom can’t handle this kind of stress.”I almost laughe

I drove until the coastal road turned into industrial wasteland.At 1:17 a.m. I abandoned the sedan behind a row of rusted shipping containers and walked three blocks to a secondary safe house I had rented under a shell company two days earlier. A ground-floor unit with blackout curtains, no windows facing the street, and a steel-reinforced door.Inside, I locked everything, pulled the data drive from my jacket, and connected it to a clean laptop that had never touched the open internet.The files opened like a wound.Vance-Aegis internal memos. Satellite coordinates. Release schedules. Financial trails that led to shell companies owned by the same twelve families who already controlled half the world’s private military contractors. One folder was labeled “Phase Zero – Soft Targets.” Senna City’s subway system was listed for Day 41. Estimated civilian casualties: 180,000 in the first twelve hours. The goal was not containment. The goal was data. They wanted to watch the mutation rate

The mountain road was still wet from the night’s rain when I reached the outer checkpoint.Two of Howard’s men stepped out of a camouflaged guard post, rifles lowered but ready. They recognized the van. One of them spoke into a shoulder mic, and the heavy steel gate rolled open on silent tracks.I drove another three kilometers up the private access road until the trees opened onto a wide, scarred plateau. Heavy machinery growled in the early light. Cranes lifted titanium plating into place. Welding torches sparked like dying stars. The old Cold War entrance had already been swallowed by a new reinforced concrete mouth that looked capable of surviving a direct missile strike.Howard waited for me near a stack of blast-door components, hard hat under one arm, coffee in the other. His weathered face looked like it had not seen sleep in two days.“You’re early,” he said. “And you look like someone who’s been shot at.”“I was.” I stepped out of the van. “Status.”He gestured toward the tu