All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: Ex Husband Regrets : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32: The Crying Confidante The cold morning air carried the sharp smell of dust, cracked concrete, and cheap exhaust fumes. Across the city, sirens wailed in the distance, responding to the initial shockwave that had cracked the main roads just two hours earlier. Inside the small, quiet secondary office of the Evelyn Estate logistics branch, the air smelled of stale paper and boiling tap water. The room was simple and plain—a worn wooden desk, two squeaky metal chairs, and a small electric kettle bubbling in the corner. The heavy glass door burst open with a loud, violent bang. Anna stumbled into the room, her eyes swollen and bloodshot, her face pale and covered in messy black streaks of running mascara. Her expensive silk robe was stained with brown dirt around the hem, and her dark hair hung in tangled, frizzy strands over her shoulders. She clutched a dirty designer handbag against her stomach, her chest heaving as fast, shallow gasps tore from her throat. "Aria!"

Chapter 34: The Debt AssignmentThe damp, heavy smell of wet concrete, rusted iron, and stale tobacco filled the dimly lit private room beneath the old city financial district. High above the underground chamber, the steady hum of heavy street traffic vibrated through the thick brick walls, shaking dust particles down from the low ceiling.Inside the room, a single warm lamp hung over a heavy mahogany table.Sitting behind the table was Marcus Drake, the head of the city's largest underground loan syndicate. He wore a sharp, tailored gray suit, his broad shoulders leaning back against the leather chair as he slowly turned a heavy gold signet ring on his right pinky finger. His cold, dark eyes fixed directly on me as I pulled back a heavy wooden chair and sat down across from him.Standing directly behind my right shoulder was Commander Alexander. His dark tactical coat added a quiet, imposing weight to the room. He didn't speak. He didn't move. He simply stood with his arms crossed ov

Chapter 36: The Broken HandThe cold rain began to fall in heavy, greasy drops, washing the thick layer of city dust down the glass windows of the central financial tower. Ethan Vance stumbled out of the heavy glass revolving doors of his corporate office, his gray suit jacket unbuttoned and his blue silk tie pulled loose around his neck. His skin was gray and sickly pale under the bright orange streetlights. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the rain, but his hands were ice-cold as he frantically tapped the screen of his phone."Pick up... come on, pick up..." Ethan muttered under his breath, his voice trembling as he held the phone to his ear.The screen blinked black. The automated recording played for the twentieth time: “The party you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”"Dammit!" Ethan roared, slamming his palm against the cold marble pillar near the entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as fast, ragged gasps tore through his throat.Behind

Chapter 38: The Nursing WifeThe front door clicked open, and the heavy smell of rain and wet wool drifted into the warm, silent foyer of the mansion.Ethan leaned against the doorframe, his whole body shaking so violently that his knees knocked together. His gray suit jacket was torn at the shoulder, soaked through with muddy street water. He cradled his right arm against his chest with his left hand, his broken fingers swollen, purple, and resting at an unnatural angle. Cold sweat stood out in thick beads across his pale forehead.I stepped into the hallway, wearing a clean, soft cream-colored sweater and holding a warm cotton towel. My eyes went wide the moment I saw him. I dropped the towel onto the floor, bringing both hands up to cover my mouth as a sharp, gasping sob broke from my throat."Ethan!" I cried out, my voice trembling with pure horror as teary water filled my eyes. I rushed forward, stopping just an inch short of touching him, my hands hovering in the air as if I wer

Chapter 40: The Boardroom CoupThe morning sun hit the high glass windows of the Vance Corporate Tower, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete plaza below.Ethan stood inside the high-speed elevator, watching the floor numbers light up one by one. He wore his finest black tailored suit, though the right sleeve had been cut open and pinned back with a gold safety pin to fit over the thick white plaster cast encasing his hand and forearm. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and heavy purple bags hung under his lower lids.Every time the elevator surged upward, a sharp, dull ache throbbed inside his cast, sending small shivers down his spine. But he forced his jaw tight, running his left hand through his neatly combed hair.“I just need to control the room,” Ethan told himself, his chest heaving with fast, quiet breaths. “They saw the news. They know I was attacked. They’ll pity me. I just need to play the victim, blame the street thugs, and ask for a sixty-day leave of absen