Apocalypse Rebirth Ex Husband Regrets Novels & Stories

I stared at the screen. “What is that?” My father walked toward the door. “The time you have left.” “Until what?” He stopped. “The second apocalypse.” Then he looked back at me. “And this time, Emma, the world isn’t going to end.” He smiled. “You are.” The door slammed shut behind him. Marcus turned toward the screens. “Emma…” I stared at the countdown. Five hours. Fifty-nine minutes. And for the first time since I was reborn, I realized something terrifying. The apocalypse wasn’t coming for everyone. It was coming for me.

he asked, and for the first time I heard something under the irritation that sounded almost like unease. I didn’t explain the Collapse. I didn’t mention Sienna, or the street corner, or the version of myself that had died believing he would come back for her. I only told him that from now on, I would be reviewing my own finances personally, and ended the call before he could argue further. He didn’t understand what had changed. But for the first time in ten years, he understood that something had. ----- After the call, I opened my private countdown document and added a new heading beneath the others.

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.

He nodded quickly. “Thank you.” “Don't thank me. I haven't agreed to anything.” “I understand.” I was about to close the door when he spoke again. “Elliot?” I looked at him. “Whatever happened to you in the previous life, I hope you get a better ending this time.” For the first time, his determination slipped, revealing the exhaustion underneath. Another reborn survivor and I had no idea how these things were connected but I couldn't afford to ignore any of them.

If Lucian's father had already been infected, what else could be different? She stared at Lucian, her heart growing heavier. Was this another consequence of her rebirth? Or had the disaster always been capable of changing in ways she hadn't anticipated? Before she could say anything, Lucian suddenly reached for her hand and held it tightly. His expression had changed, and the sadness in his eyes was now mixed with something else. "I don't think we have up to ninety days.”

“Because your blood results don't make sense. The pathogen is present, but its activity is behaving differently from what we've observed in other patients. Your initial examination also showed no obvious signs of fetal distress.” I turned toward the window. I couldn't tell him the truth. How could I explain that I had already lived through the apocalypse once? That I remembered the infected, the deaths, and the moment my husband had abandoned me? He would think I was insane. “I told you I have never had this infection before,” I said. “I believe you haven't knowingly been exposed to it. That's not quite the same thing.” I looked back at him. “What are you suggesting?” “I'm not suggesting any

"You're making this unnecessarily difficult." "I don't think I'm the one doing that." "Vespera, listen to yourself. You're married. You can't suddenly decide that you don't have responsibilities." "I haven't forgotten my responsibilities." "Then act like it." The words landed harder than they should have. Not because they were new, but because I remembered hearing something very similar in another life. I remembered standing in a crowded evacuation centre, asking him to come back for me. I remembered the look he gave me before he left, the calculation in his eyes, the way he decided that saving me wasn't worth the risk.

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

​I shoved the heavy corpse off me, gasping for air, blood oozing from a deep scrape along my forearm. ​Derrick was on his knees beside me, his hands bloody, his chest heaving as he stared down at the twitching monster I had just killed. The icy wall of hatred and stubborn denial in his eyes had completely shattered, replaced by the horrifying, undeniable truth of the apocalypse. ​He looked up at me, his voice trembling as he reached out a shaking, grease-stained hand to help me up. ​"Evelyn..." Derrick choked out, the walls finally giving way. "What... what do we do now?"

“I don’t care if you’re a god or the devil himself. Give me my second chance. I will drag every single one of them to hell myself.” [Selection Confirmed.] [Congratulations, Host! You have been successfully rewound to 29 days before the Glacial Apocalypse.] [Main Directive: Stockpile supplies, build your fortress, and avenge your previous death. Good luck!]