A Divorce After My Rebirth Novels & Stories

Elara chimed in playfully, “It sure wasn’t easy for me to win him over.” She was only being modest in saying so. In our past life, before her accident, we were only normal friends. After being reborn, I decided to go to her before the accident and prevent it entirely. Later on, she started her own business while I pursued my doctorate. Eventually, we became a couple. Enya unconsciously twirled her fingers around the hem of her skirt to fight off her agitation. Her diamond ring continued to dazzle underneath the lights. “I see…” She forced a smile. “Dominic, you sure have been keeping a low profile.”

“What’s wrong? Do you know this so-called Jean Beaufort?” Her eyes watered. “He’s my ex.” My grip around the steering tightened. “The married one?” She sniffed. “What’s he doing here? Why did he have to follow me here? I left Los Angeles all because of him to start afresh and—” she dug her fingers into her hair, tugging at it as a tear slid down her cheeks. “He’s here again. How am I supposed to move on if he keeps showing up?!” “Sophia, calm down.”

I sometimes wonder what in the ever loving f**k would he do that. I didn't even know how I got the chance to be back fifteen years in the past when I was twenty five and her twenty two. All I know is that I vowed to take revenge on my brother for all the wrong he did her and that if there is another chance at life I won't let her get away. I guess I didn't think the marriage thing properly but hey it is what it is I remember the exact moment I realized I was reborn... well sort of reborn...

"I want 51% controlling shares." "It's all yours," he said with a smile, holding out the ring. "My heart has always been your wholly owned subsidiary." This time, there was no hesitation, doubt, or fear because I knew this wasn't the tragedy of my past life repeating itself. Instead, this was the beginning of my new life. "Deal." I held out my hand as the man who loved me without reservation slid the ring onto my finger. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapping us in its bright, warm embrace. The ghosts of my past life were finally gone, and I was truly reborn.

My ashes, on the other hand, were scattered into a random dried-up river. Since Seth and Catherine shared such a close-knit relationship, why must they involve me in their romance and cost me my entire life? Now that I was reborn, I wanted to witness their destruction with my own eyes!

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

The fake Britney gave her the feeling of Esme and Esme was a very big disaster to her marriage! He brought up divorce, and said that he didn’t want children! Then she was framed and the child was gone… She no longer wished to think about trying to differentiate between who was right or wrong and what was true or false. When she was hypnotized, the final words from Marcus were like a warning. Everything was constants that could allow for growth. Don’t avoid, but be brave to face the ability to be reborn.

"But it was because I had physically died that I could finally be with you forever. You couldn't see me, but I was with you every day. I was heartbroken when I saw you in so much pain. "I know the old Jeannie has let you down, but I swear, I didn't hurt you. The real Jeannie would only ever love you." Jeannie's explanation left my mind reeling. Her story was the stuff of fantasy. The Otherworld, a hostile entity—it was all so bizarre. "And we're reborn because…?" "It's the System's way of making it up to me after my body was taken over," Jeannie answered matter-of-factly. So I was reborn because Jeannie had made a deal with the System.

His breath leaves him slowly, like surrender. “Project Rebirth wasn’t just a theoretical program,” he begins. “It was a contingency. A genetic-memory restoration experiment. Designed to preserve consciousness across fatal trauma.” My knees weaken. I grip the railing. “You’re saying” “I’m saying your rebirth wasn’t a miracle,” he says hoarsely. “It was a consequence.” The world tilts. “So my second life,” I murmur, “my choices, my love, my freedom” “Are real,” he cuts in fiercely. “Elena, listen to me. Whatever the origin, you are real. What we have is real.”

The way she returned that day would be shocking to any normal family. She was like a abandoned woman, with red eyes and shocked state. Even though she was the one who wanted to break things up between them, but was behaving the one who was abandoned. It had taken a lot of efforts for her to tell him to leave her. When she first went through rebirth she was very angry at him. It was like all her emotions for him were wiped out. She didn't feel any love for her husband. She even proposed to divorce at that time and had a heart for revenge.