Apocalypse Rebirth Ex Husband Regrets Novels & Stories

Shock registered to his face, then confusion. “When did you get married? I didn’t know that,” he said then he looked at Catheryn and gave her a kind smile. Offering his hand for a handshake. “Nice meeting you, young lady.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Harris,” Catheryn said returning the smile and accepting the handshake. “We got married two years ago. Unfortunately, I heard that you went to another country that time,” I said. Mr. Colbe loves his wife so much that he never once looked away from her. I never heard of him having an affair. Nor had a problem with his family. Only then after a few years in my first lifetime, his wife died and he died a few days later.

Asked if I minded him keeping it. Of course, I didn't mind. I even considered postponing our wedding out of respect for the tragedy. Marriages in the apocalypse were more binding than ever—a true merging of resources, a declaration that two people were a single, inseparable unit. I still remembered his response. "Don't delay it, Zayla. If anything, I wish I could marry you right now. Postponing our happiness over an unimportant outsider would be too cruel." I had been deeply moved. I hadn't realized that beneath Oliver's tender mask lurked an ocean of hatred.

I hugged him and whispered, "Finn, I want to have a baby with you." He pushed me away hard, his eyes full of disgust. "How are we supposed to afford raising a child? I told you before that I hate kids! I don't want to have children with you!" Those words shattered my last remaining hope. During the New Year, a huge truck came straight at us and took our lives. At that moment, I felt no fear, only relief. Now that we had both been reborn, we chose to keep our distance. There was no need to cling to old feelings.

Why did he seem to assume that I'd forgive him for all the pain he inflicted upon me the moment he cut ties with Vivian? He was probably used to getting everything he wanted when it came to me. When it came to us. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my very last shred of uncertainty disappeared. "Horace, do you know what was the thought that made me happiest, when I found out I was reborn?" His hands clenched tightly, and his entire body trembled. "I was so happy that I was given a chance to choose to leave your side." "Impossible!" He was utterly enraged, reaching to grab my shoulders tightly. "It's because of Carl, isn't it? What's so good about that man, for you to be so devot

It was close to a miracle that he was talking to me so much today. But it was only to divorce me. Feeling conflicted, I sniffled and signed my name without hesitation. Sebastian frowned slightly at my resolve. His voice was filled with a little sorrow when he said, “Rose, after the apocalypse, we’ll get married again.” I looked away and waved him away in a casual fashion. “You said it yourself. It’s the apocalypse. This certificate doesn’t matter. “Whether we survive next month is uncertain. Why don’t you focus on saving the world, Mr. Scientist Jenkins?”

I turned on my heel, my legs barely carrying me to the bathroom before I bent over the toilet and threw up everything that had been in my system since last night. The stench of my own regret was overwhelming. The man from the club, the one I had let touch me, still clung to me in ways I couldn’t rid myself of. And yet here I was, standing in front of my husband, who hadn’t even bothered to hide his infidelity. Had I somehow become like him? Had I turned into the thing I hated most? I had been so disgusted by Noah’s actions. I had despised him for his lack of loyalty, for the way he had broken me over and over again. But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices.

Dad suddenly appeared before my eyes. He gave me a great shock because he was supposed to have perished years ago in a zombie attack. It was only then that it dawned on me—I had gone back in time, for some reason, and today was the day my dad, Ernest Falken, the apocalypse base commander, asked me to pick a future husband for myself. When Dad saw that I kept glancing toward Curtis Granger, a look of understanding crossed his face. "Since you've decided on Curtis, I'll get him to come in, then."

she said, leaning against the doorframe, unable to resist, “most people, facing the collapse of civilization, find it clarifies what actually matters. Family. Survival. Basic human decency.” “And what has it clarified for you?” “That I’m deeply satisfied watching you clean a latrine. Genuinely. It’s been a real emotional highlight of this entire apocalypse.” “That’s cruel.” “It’s accurate. Those aren’t mutually exclusive, Adrian tells me.” He muttered something uncharitable about Adrian under his breath, and she left him to his scrubbing with a lightness in her step that hadn’t been there in weeks.

Shaking, she picked it up. The date made her knees give out. She collapsed to the cold tiles. **MAY 12, 2023.** Three years before. Three years before the outbreak. Before the world ended on August 9, 2026. "Oh my god," she whispered. She died. She remembered dying. Ethan holding her as the horde came. White light swallowing the bridge. And now she was back. Reborn. Before the apocalypse. Second chance.

My primary purpose is to assist the host in surviving the approaching catastrophic event. Amanda's fingers tightened around the phone. “Apocalypse?” {Confirmed. A catastrophic global event will begin within thirty days. Your previous death occurred during the initial disaster sequence.} Amanda stopped breathing. “My death?” {Confirmed. The host's previous life ended during the catastrophe. Upon death, A.R.I.S. initiated emergency temporal recovery protocols.} Her face went pale. “You brought me back?” {Affirmative. The host has returned to a point thirty days before the recorded catastrophe.}