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

Later, I helped with his mother's funeral and burial. At that moment, Samuel made up his mind that he would marry me if he had a next life. "Is that why your eyes reddened on our wedding night?" Samuel laughed. "Was it that obvious?" I pouted. "Even a fool could see it." Remembering the crucial point, I asked him, "You didn't touch Flora in the past life?" Samuel was startled. "How did you know?" I told him that Flora had also been reborn.

"Elena, please don't be mad at Tristan. He probably just wants you to come home sooner. He must've lied because he was desperate." Elena snorted, shooting daggers at me. "Look at how considerate he is, unlike you, a pathetic excuse for a man who knows nothing but how to be jealous! If you want to make this marriage work, then shut up and deal with it. If not, let's just get a divorce!" I looked at Elena coldly. I no longer felt a single ripple of emotion. In my previous life, she was the reason I had met such a miserable end. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I would not let history repeat itself.

That was because he was busy consoling his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who left in anger. In my previous life, I was afraid he would be punished and had lit the signal flare. However, after he received substantial rewards from saving the King, he believed I was vain and power-hungry, blaming me for Vivian's tragic death. He threw me into the Beast Dungeon he carefully prepared, letting the beasts devour both our child and me. Since I was given a chance to be reborn, there was no way I would walk down the same path as before. I desperately shielded the King. Even as the assassins' blades kept stabbing into my body, I gritted my teeth without making a sound.

"You've forgotten? I don't believe it!" Tears fell as he shook his head. "We had such a good beginning. You treated me so well… I was foolish not to appreciate it! Valencia, give me another chance, please? I know you have a family now. I… I won't ask for anything else. I just want to be by your side again, even if it's only from a distance…" As pitiful as his words sounded, all I felt was irritation. "Morgan, get a hold of yourself. We've been divorced for eight years. I have a husband and a son I love dearly now. What was between us ended the day you asked for the divorce," I stated coldly.

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

My pulse hitched, but I managed to breath and stay alive to see the end of everything. I calmly reached the door, my hand resting nervously against the polished wood. Inside the lounge, someone chuckled. “Man, how are you handling all of that? Your sexy and beautiful ex walking back into New York like that?” A softer laugh came out this time, very familiar that I could swear he owned it. It was actually Damon, my husband, the one that made me rush down to Carter for him. Then, his voice came out very smooth, slightly slurred but steady.

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

After all, if it were not for this rebirth, I would probably be still deluded. After these past few days, I had finally figured everything out. I truly, desperately wanted to make our marriage work. Yet, all the explanations I had carefully prepared were completely forgotten when Franklin returned, and I saw who was with him.

Sofia lowered her wineglass and deliberately raised her voice, asking, "Isn't Dante returning to Novayork today? He truly is indulgent. You, the Donna, spend your days reading his love letters, while I'm stuck here managing the famiglia's most difficult and vital overseas accounts. I'll certainly have to complain to him about it when he gets back." I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I thought about how absurd everything was. In my past life, it had played out the same way—Dante showered me with all the "romance" in the world, while he funneled the lifeblood of the Moretti empire to Sofia, the widow of his older brother, Damiano Moretti.