Apocalypse Rebirth Ex Husband Regrets Novels & Stories

But seeing him here now, fresh from dropping her home, glued to her side the very day she returned after two years away, made a dull ache press up slowly through my ribs. Then I thought about the hospital corridor. His hands wrapped around Dorothy in that room. My child who never drew a single breath because of her. Dorothy's pregnancy...for him. He crossed that line because he held no regard for me, and I was so dumb not to see it in my past life. I pressed the ache back down and kept it there. My father set his newspaper on the armchair and stood up. His jaw tightened as he looked at me, then he let out a short breath. "Maeve, I don't know what happened today but this is not funny."

"Have you told anyone else about your rebirth?" A short laugh escaped me. "No." Her brow lifted slightly. "No one?" I shook my head. "I can't." The answer came immediately. "They'd think I'm crazy." Nina smiled softly. "Perhaps." I groaned. "That's not reassuring." Her smile widened. "But I doubt your husband would react that way." My head snapped up. Nina looked entirely too pleased with herself. "He's very protective." I narrowed my eyes. "That's putting it mildly."

“I’m pregnant with your child.” My voice trembled uncontrollably. “I found out about it recently, and was going to tell you about it.” For a split second, something flickered across his face. Then irritation. “So what?” he snapped. “Isla is pregnant with my pup too.” Isla smiled. “And she’s obviously going to give birth to a stronger child.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you really going to kill me,” I whispered, “and your own child?” “I don’t care about you,” he said calmly. “Or that child inside you.”

His eyes were wild, and there was something unhinged about his movements as he staggered toward me, grabbing my hand. "Alana," he said, "I know you still love me. Let's go register our marriage right now." I pulled my hand free and stared at him. "I'm already married to Jace," I said. "We're even planning to have a baby. Don't you think it's time to let go?" For a moment, he just stood there, stunned. Then his face twisted with pain. "I've lost everything," he rasped. "I've paid for what I did. Don't you think you can forgive me now? Or maybe… maybe we can try to be reborn again?"

“To be honest with you. I have lived this life once. I know how I died in my past life, who you married and yet somehow that’s changed because I know at some point you die too. So tell me this voice has something to do with that, doesn’t it?” “Whatever you are thinking, it’s all in your head. You are stressed out and…” “That’s not a fucking excuse!” She thunders with a low tone deeper than her normal voice. Sweat beads at my forehead. I look everywhere but thinking of an answer won’t be a lie or truth either. I haven’t been truly honest with her as well. I do know she was reborn because I did come back to life myself. Somehow, after she died, something triggered the rebirth circle.

“Me too.” He kissed her forehead and let his lips rest there for a moment. Then he looked at their son. The Devil beneath the chapel was gone, and the man who had lived for revenge was gone too. What remained was simply Azuka. A husband. A father. A man finally at peace, who woke to a child’s cry instead of the dread of an alarm, and who found that the sound was the sweetest thing he had ever heard.

I saw the exact moment she understood what I meant. In the Garden, I had told her everything. But I had never said, I do not know this part. Because I did not. I had died on day thirty-one. I had never seen a man cough black dust. I had never heard of white eyes, or a wife who looked at her husband like dinner. All my careful lists had been built on one single thing: I knew what was coming. Now I did not. Hale and Teo buried Tobias at sunrise on the cliff, in a grave Hale dug deep and wide. I held the shovel for a while after they finished. The ash fell on the fresh dirt and made it gray.

"Don't let them..." "Look down here, Miss Pierce!" Brutus shouted up at the deck with a feral snarl. "This your ex-husband, ain't he? The one who blew the whistle on your stash in that video!" He drove the blade deeper, slicing the skin until blood welled up and trickled down Julian's collar. "Open the damn blast doors! Toss ten crates of beef over the wire! I'm counting to ten!" "One!" "Astrid!" Julian wailed. "Say something! I was your husband! We used to..."

I could hear his heart beating fast. I tried to hold his hand. "Killian... I am sorry... I ate the food..." He kissed my hand. "Shh. Don't talk. Save your strength. You did not know. It is not your fault. It is Damian's fault. I will make him pay." I closed my eyes. I felt darkness coming. "Killian..." I whispered. "If I don't make it... take care of little Elena... take care of Leo..." "No!" Killian shouted. "Don't say that! You will make it! You will give birth when the Apocalypse is over. Your babies deserve more. They deserve to be born in a good world, not inside this bunker. You will live to see that day. Do you hear me?"

“Then, we’re both finished, might as well let the zombies eat us whole.” I shook at the thought of how I had died in my past life… no way!” I paced around the small room, trying to process everything. First the apocalypse, then the walkers, and now the cartel Apparently the universe wants me dead… my life had become a complete nightmare. “Since we’re both screwed, why don’t you help me find who stole those tubes?” I said finally. Adrian looked at me and scoffed. “We? I don’t think you understand that you’re more screwed, I’m only a collector.”