Doting On Me After Reborn? Too Late Husband Novels & Stories

At that moment, I thought that I had lifted the shadows from him and brought back the young man I once knew. Later, we got married and had a pair of adorable children. But when the children were ten years old, I fell seriously ill and was paralyzed in bed. I couldn't even turn over on my own. That very day, Zachary walked into our home holding hands with Vivian, the same woman who was supposed to be dead. I never expected she would still be alive. What broke me even more was that my own children ran happily into her arms, cheerfully calling her "Mom". I trembled in shock, unable to utter a single word.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

Staring at me in disbelief, he stuttered, "D-Did you just hit me?" After harboring resentment for him across two lifetimes, I was finally able to release all my pent-up anger. I let out a cold laugh and lowered my voice. "Yes, I did. Even after being reborn, you're still just as self-righteous and arrogant as you were in our previous life." His expression stiffened before realization dawned on him. "You… You were reborn too?" I ignored him and turned toward the security guards. "Throw him out along with the wedding dress. I don't want them soiling the main entrance of my company."

I used to be the one doting on him, taking care of every little detail after we got married, and in all 40 years of our marriage, I never once confronted him. His eyes fell on the marriage agreement still lying on the table. Suddenly, he remembered the promise we'd made as children. Back then, the agreement had his name written alongside mine. But now, my name had been changed to Catherine's. It felt like a weight pressing hard on his chest, choking him into silence.

In my last life, I chose to marry Julian, the man I’d adored for years. He betrayed me and tormented me until my dying day. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment the Don asked for my choice. Without hesitation, I pointed to Damien, the man rumored to be a sickly cripple. "The choice has been made." I walked out of Don Alistair’s study, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“Mm.” “Tomorrow, your husband will be back.” “He’s not my husband anymore.” “Right. Tomorrow that dead man will be alive again.” I picked up my phone and glanced at the calendar. Day fourteen. He’s supposed to be back.

“I’m the reason you’re…” I choked, my breath coming out in broken gasps as darkness crept in from the edges of my sight. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard Leonard speak again. “Don’t blame me, I’ll make sure to inherit everything you own,” he added lightly. “As your husband.” The world went black, and my body jolted. A sharp breath tore from my chest as my vision swam, light and color bleeding into one another. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if I was still dying or if this was simply what was supposed to happen after dying.

“That was more than a breakup.” Damon rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. That wasn’t even the first time I let you spend time with another man.” Rebecca’s stomach twisted. “Did we break up then?” Damon continued. “No. This time it’s just… longer.” Rebecca’s voice turned icy. “Well like I said, I’m not interested. I’m happy here. I’m very much in love with my husband, and he loves me too.” Damon snorted. “Sure.” He leaned closer.

A spark of hope flashed in his eyes, then my following line doused it. "We never had a child. That's the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. Please stop bothering me." Finn's parents arrived just then and took him back to the ward. They apologized over and over. "We're sorry. Finn is sick and continues to do things that trouble you. Sylvia, tell me honestly, is there really no chance for you two?" His parents had treated me well in my previous life. I looked at them and said seriously, "Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I'm married now. I have a husband and a son. Even if I weren't married, I still wouldn't be with Finn. I don't love him anymore."

Unfortunately, Jennifer ignores her and huffs, “Who the heck are you? You don’t have any say in this matter. It is only between my future husband and me. Now, shut up and leave us alone.” My breath hitches. She didn’t just say what I think she said. Dotty takes a deep breath while she clinches her fists. I instinctively take a step back out of the way and bump into my husband’s firm chest. With steam rolling off her, Dotty spouts fire along with her words. “Now, get this clear, you witch. Connor is my brother-in-law and is married to my sister. You are too late. He is already taken.”