Apocalypse Rebirth Ex Husband Regrets Novels & Stories

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Phoenix sobbed. The breakdown was total. The Queen of Rebirth was dead, buried under the rubble of a mother’s catastrophic failure. Her legs gave out, her knees slamming into the grit of the cave floor with a bone-jarring thud she didn't even register. Tears—hot, salt-heavy, and uncontrollable—cascaded down her face, cutting tracks through the gray soot on her cheeks. She bit her lip so hard the iron taste of blood flooded her mouth, a desperate, futile attempt to anchor herself as her mind spiraled into the image of her son becoming nothing more than a pile of gray dust in a New York basement she never truly escaped.

Strong arms lifted her, cradling her against a chest she had pushed away a thousand times. "Stay with me," Lucian commanded, his voice breaking in a way she had never heard before. "Don’t you dare die. Do you hear me? I won’t let you die. I don’t care if I have to defy fate itself — you’re not leaving. Not like this." But darkness was claiming her, dragging her down into an abyss of regret and pain. Her last coherent thought was a prayer, a desperate wish: If I could go back... if I could do it all differently... I would. I swear I would. Then there was nothing. ---

Chloe's hand covered mine on the table, her eyes locked on me, “is everything alright? Is there something you're not telling me? I used to rely so much on Chloe, bothering her with everything going on with me because I didn't know how to handle it, and she was always there for me, but I can't tell her this… Not about the rebirth. Not about anything. I can't have her roped into this. I need to handle things myself this time. I smiled at her, “my mom don't even question me the way you do…” I chuckled softly, “it's nothing. I just want to check with something,” Her eyes lingered on me for a moment. She didn't believe me, but didn't push harder anyway. “Let me know if you need anything else late

I smiled, even though he couldn't see it, "I want you to slowly die while being tormented by agony and despair." Just like I had in my past life. "Ah! You cruel bitch! I'll kill you! Someone get in here and help me up! I want to kill her!" Mark bellowed in agitation. Yet, he couldn't even twitch a finger, let alone get off the bed. His loud cursing caught the attention of the medical staff. When they entered the room, I purposely made a show of wiping away sad tears. "I think my husband's gone mad. He keeps swearing at me."

As spring turned to summer, rain started falling. It was eerily similar to the day I died. The detention center was damp and cold. Harry had lost a lot of weight. His hands were cuffed, and he wore a thin prison uniform as he sat across from me behind the glass. He should not have looked so miserable. His methods for consolidating the Grant family’s followers after his rebirth were ruthless. Old Master Grant was utterly disappointed in him, so much so that he refused to see him even on his deathbed.

"I want to be alone!" His expression shifted, but he still left the room without saying another word. After Liam left, the office fell silent once again. She walked toward the window and glanced down at the bustling traffic on the street below. This city was huge. In fact, it was so big that we didn't run into each other for eight years. Queenie used to think that our marriage was a mistake. So, at that time, leaving that marriage after she had been reborn seemed like a wise choice.

Sharon couldn't breathe. Before her eyes were the words still hovering. YOU WERE NEVER BROUGHT BACK TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE. YOU HAVE BEEN RETURNED TO FILL IN. She had believed that her rebirth was a gift, a second chance given to her so she could escape from the betrayal that had slain her and so survive the apocalypse that had destroyed the world, for 30 days. Now the system informed her that all she had been doing could have been a part of someone else's plan.

Her fingers traced the back of her neck, there was no pain. Evelyn’s hands trembled violently as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand. She checked the date: October 12th. It was exactly one month before the zombie virus broke out. There was no other explanation that made sense other than the fact that she had been reborn. She was back, thirty days before the end of the world. A bitter, freezing chill settled in Evelyn’s chest, instantly replacing her lingering panic with lethal clarity. If the universe had given her a second chance, she would make sure every single one of them rots in hell. She couldn't make the same mistakes again.