All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: Ex Husband Regrets : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52: The Fake Investor TrapEthan sat near the back of the high-end hotel lounge, shivering under his damp wool suit jacket. His broken arm throbbed with a dull, sickening pulse beneath the cracked, dirty plaster cast. Outside the tall glass windows, the sky looked dark and bruised, spilling heavy gray sleet over the concrete streets. Every time the heavy front doors swung open, a cold gust of air cut straight through the warm room, making his jaw ache.He pressed his left hand flat against his knee to stop it from shaking. On the small glass table in front of him sat a cold cup of black coffee he couldn't afford to pay for if the hotel staff checked his room number.A tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored charcoal suit walked slowly into the lounge. He carried a sleek leather briefcase, his silver hair neatly combed back, and his dark eyes scanning the room with calm, effortless authority.Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs. He pushed himself up from the leather chair,

Chapter 54: The Vanishing CapitalThe high-rise office on the top floor of the corporate tower was freezing, pitch-black, and dead quiet.Ethan sat hunched over his grand mahogany desk, his pale face illuminated only by the harsh, flickering white light of his laptop screen. He hadn't slept a single minute. His right arm, bound tight in its cracked, filthy plaster cast, rested awkwardly against his lap like a heavy sack of stones. His left hand trembled so violently that his thumb kept slipping off the glass mouse pad.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city below was swallowed whole by the darkness of the power grid blackout. A howling, icy wind rattled the thick glass panes, hurling sharp grains of white sleet against the building."Come on..." Ethan whispered, his voice dry, raspy, and barely audible over the hum of his laptop's cooling fan. "Clear the transfer. Just clear the transfer..."He pressed the refresh button on the private online banking portal for the twentieth t

Chapter 56: The Pawned HeirloomsBeatrice pulled her dirty scarf higher around her face, shivering as the freezing rain soaked through her paper-thin jacket. Her heels were worn down on one side, making every step along the wet pavement hurt her ankles, her stomach growled so loud that a passing stranger turned to look at her.She pulled out her phone. The battery was at two percent. She tapped Ethan’s contact and held the speaker to her ear with trembling fingers."Ethan?" Beatrice whimpered, her voice cracking. "Ethan, where are you? You have to pick up. They threw my bags into the alley. Ethan!""The phone you are trying to reach has been turned off," an automated voice repeated flatly.Beatrice squeezed the phone. She shoved it into her coat pocket and looked up at the massive wrought-iron gates of the Vance estate. The stone walls looked like a fortress under the dark gray sky.Her stomach cramped again, sharp and painful. She had no money for a sandwich, let alone a hotel room.

Chapter 58: The Police InterrogationThe metal chair was cold, hard, and scraped loudly against the linoleum floor every time Beatrice shifted her weight. She sat in the middle of the small room, her arms wrapped tight around her chest as she tried to stop shaking. The air smelled like burnt coffee, damp wool, and bleach. Overhead, a single fluorescent bulb hummed, buzzing loudly in the quiet space.Detective Hector sat across the scratched wooden table, flipping slowly through a folder. He didn't look up right away. He just tapped his pen on the table, letting the rhythmic click fill the small room."So," Detective Hector said, setting his pen down with a loud snap. "Beatrice Vance. Is that correct?"Beatrice pulled her wet coat tighter around her neck. Her hair stuck to her cheeks in messy strands, and her lips were blue from the rain. "I am Beatrice Vance. And this whole thing is a complete mistake. I demand to call my personal lawyer this instant.""You can call whoever you want

Chapter 60: The System Quest - Meat & ProteinAria sat in the high-backed leather chair behind her massive oak desk, her eyes fixed on the empty space right in front of her face. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn shut against the cold gray morning, leaving the room illuminated only by a single brass desk lamp and the faint, blue glow of a screen that nobody else could see.The translucent light hovered silently in the air, its sharp white text floating before her eyes.[SYSTEM MISSION TRIGGERED]OBJECTIVE: Acquire and store 1,000 Tons of Processed Frozen Meats (Beef, Pork, Poultry).TIME LIMIT:** 48 Hours.REWARD: Automatic Meat Preservation Field & High-Tier Survival Asset Access.FAILURE PENALTY: System Reserve Lockout for 30 Days.---Aria didn't blink. She reached out, her slim, pale hand resting on the smooth silver surface of her laptop.One thousand tons. It was a staggering number. That wasn't just a few truckloads or a regional supermarket supply—that was an industrial mo