BETRAYAL AND REBIRTH

BETRAYAL AND REBIRTH Sandra's Pov My bleeding fingernails scraped against the reinforced steel doorframe, digging into the tiny grooves until my knuckles turned white, then crimson.“Drake—please! Drake! Look at me!” The scream tore raw from my throat.My husband stood three feet away in the warm glow of the hall light. His eyes were fixed firmly on the polished concrete floor, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, silent as a grave.Beside him, his mother wrapped a thick wool scarf tighter around her neck. She didn't look angry; her face was a mask of cold, practical arithmetic. She reached out with a gloved hand and nudged my shoulder toward the dark, gaping abyss of the storm doors.“You’ve always been a survivor, Sandra,” his mother murmured softly, her voice carrying the gentle, patronizing cadence she usually reserved for house help. “This won’t be any different. Besides, the pantry is down to three weeks of rations. We have to preserve resources for the family.” She offered a f

Last Updated : 2026-10-19

MY BLUE SYSTEM.

Sandra's Pov The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet dining room. A glass of water overturned, spilling across the cloth. Drake froze, his hand flying up to touch his reddening cheek, his eyes wide in absolute, stunned horror. He looked at me as if I had suddenly transformed into a ghost. Selena gasped loudly, jumping to her feet. “What is wrong with you?! Did you just hit him? Are you insane?!” I didn't answer her. I slowly rose from my chair, my movement deliberate, fluid, and terrifyingly calm. I picked up my worn out leather handbag, smoothing out the wrinkles of my skirt. Step by step, I rounded the table until I was standing directly in front of Drake. He shrank back into his seat slightly, his breath hitching in his chest. I reached out. My manicured fingers gently trailed down the lapel of his jacket, resting lightly over the beat of his heart. “If you ever raise your hand to me again, Drake,” I whispered, my voice dripping with soft, deadly precision, “I

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STOCKPILING (1)

Sandra's Pov Veronica’s raspy voice shattered the brief silence, sharp as broken glass. She snapped her gaze to her son, her chest heaving underneath her floral blouse. "Is your wife drunk, Drake? What kind of ridiculous joke is this?" Drake stared down at the crisp header of the divorce papers, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. A strain of nervous laughter bubbled up from his throat, hollow and forced, as he tried to regain his footing. He flicked his eyes toward me, searching my face for the familiar, pliable woman he had controlled for four long years. "You've... you've completely lost your senses today, haven't you, Sandra?" he choked out, raising an eyebrow in a desperate attempt at his usual condescending smirk. "You slap me in public, you walk around making wild accusations, and now you throw a piece of paper at me like a petulant child?" Beside him, Selena wasn't laughing. Her tissue hung limply between her fingers, her mouth slightly agape as her eyes dar

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STOCKPILING (2)

Sandra's Pov My heels skidded against the polished floorboards of the wholesale supermarket depot as I slammed through the double doors. The heavy glass rattled violently in its aluminum frame.The three saleswomen behind the high marble counter froze, their laughter dying instantly. The youngest one dropped a roll of receipt paper, watching it unravel across the floor toward me.I gripped the edge of the counter, my fingernails digging into the smooth veneer, my chest heaving as I tried to swallow down the taste of iron and adrenaline."Do you have industrial delivery trucks on site?" I demanded, my voice raw, dropping into the startled silence of the warehouse. "Driver-ready. Right now."The oldest woman, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, slowly blinked at me. "Ma'am? We have two box trucks for regional orders, but—""I need five," I interrupted, leaning over the counter until our eyes locked. "Five heavy-duty flatbeds or covered haulers. Fully crewed."The girl who dropped t

Last Updated : 2026-10-19

All Chapters of APOCALYPSE REBORN: Survive Or Die Twice.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

BETRAYAL AND REBIRTH

MY BLUE SYSTEM.

STOCKPILING (1)

STOCKPILING (2)