Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn: I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

“For your wedding.”I stared at my mother.She smiled, but the expression slowly faded.“Natalie?”I couldn't answer.My wedding.No.That wasn't possible.I had been in my bedroom.Ryan had been standing there.Serena had—I looked down at myself.A white silk robe covered my body.My hands flew to my chest.No pain.I pressed harder.Nothing.My heart was beating normally.My legs—I kicked away the blanket and stood so quickly the room tilted.“Natalie!”My mother grabbed my arm.I could stand.I could move.I could breathe.“What on earth is wrong with you?”I stumbled toward the mirror.The woman staring back at me wasn't thirty-six.Her face wasn't pale from months of grief and sleepless nights. There were no dark circles beneath her eyes.I touched my cheek.Twenty-eight.I was twenty-eight again.“No.”“Natalie, you're frightening me.”I spun around.My mother.Eight years younger.Before Dad got sick.Before Daniel died.Before everything.I threw my arms around her.She made

For several seconds, nobody spoke.Serena stared at the ring in her palm.Ryan stared at me.His mother stopped crying.Daniel was the first person to react.He laughed.A short, shocked sound.“Daniel,” Mom whispered.“What?” He looked at Ryan. “Seems reasonable to me.”Ryan's face hardened.“Natalie, stop this.”“Stop what?”“You're angry.”“I was.”His expression changed.“You were?”“About eight years ago.”I almost said the words aloud.Instead, I smiled.“About an hour ago.”“Natalie, I know you're hurt.”“You brought your pregnant mistress to our wedding.”Serena flinched.“I'm not his mistress.”I looked at her.“No?”Her cheeks reddened.“Ryan and I aren't—”“You're pregnant with his child.”“It only happened once.”That almost impressed me.The same lies.The exact same lies.Had they practiced them?Ryan stepped between us.“Enough.”I looked at him.“Yes. It is.”I reached up and removed my veil.Mom gasped.“Natalie.”I handed it to her.“I'm sorry, Mom.”Ryan grabbed my

The ballroom went quiet when I walked in.Not gradually.Completely.Three hundred people turned toward me.The string quartet faltered before stopping altogether.I stood at the entrance in my wedding dress, without my veil, with Daniel carrying my bouquet behind me like he'd been assigned the task against his will.Which, technically, he had.Whispers started immediately.“Where's Ryan?”“Wasn't the ceremony supposed to start?”“Something happened.”I ignored them.I was looking for one man.Dominic Sullivan.I hadn't thought this through.That became painfully obvious as I scanned tables filled with relatives, business associates, politicians, family friends and people I'd forgotten existed.What was I going to say?Hello, Dominic. We barely know each other, but my fiancé murdered me eight years from now. Would you mind taking his place?Perfectly reasonable.“Natalie.”Grandpa came beside me.“You don't have to do this.”“I know.”“If you're trying to prove something to Ryan—”“I'

I stared at Dominic.“What does that mean?”He slipped his phone back into his pocket.“Exactly what it sounds like.”“That is not an answer.”“It is.”“No, it’s deliberately vague.”His mouth moved.Almost a smile.“You asked if I’d thought about marrying you before.”“And you said yes.”“I did.”“How long?”Behind me, someone coughed.I had forgotten we were surrounded by three hundred people.Dominic hadn’t.His eyes flicked briefly toward the room.“Perhaps not here.”That answer should have annoyed me.Instead, it made my pulse jump.Ryan laughed.Of course he was still standing there.“This is unbelievable.”I turned.He looked between Dominic and me like he had di