My Second Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

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She looked at me with so much hatred and I really don’t blame her, but then she can forget about getting a divorce. “I will show you that I do also have something to offer men. Just like you have your community cock to offer the community. Game on, husband. Oh, I almost forgot from today onwards. Camila Mendoza is my name. Camila Grayston is dead to me, and I am moving out of this house.” ~Camila’s POV~

"What do you mean?" "Thomas, Melina was pregnant for you before now, and she miscarried because of this same James." Katherine must have heard Melina say his name. Thomas freezes and just stares at his mother as he tries to make sense of her words. Melina was expecting his child for the second time. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he’d created a human being with Melina, not just once but twice, and he's only finding out now. Now they’re no more; Thomas couldn’t believe it. He lost the chance to be a dad before he knew he was one. Thomas' heart clenches in his chest. His heart aches for his unborn children.

Nadia's life would be secure, and she would also benefit. But of course, Tirta didn't know about that. "Oh, so you're the home wrecker? How could you steal your best friend's husband? Are you so unattractive that you have to steal someone else's husband?" Melati asked with a disapproving look. "Honey! Why are you being so rude?" Tirta snapped with wide eyes. Instead of being offended, Ajeng smiled. A smile that Melati saw as mocking. "It seems that the quality of human resources in this country is truly alarming. Even though cell phones are advanced and information is everywhere, people still believe in the stigma that a second wife is synonymous with a home wrecker. I'm sure you've heard of

The memory disgusted me now. Under their astonished gazes, I returned to my room and locked the door. I pulled out the folder containing my acceptance letter from Southport University. In my previous life, I wanted to live in Southport, especially Southport University offered my dream major in finance and economics. In my past life, I gave up my education to support Sebastian and willingly stayed home to care for his parents. This time, I still had a chance, so I wanted to live only for myself. I flipped through the calendar. There were only ten more days until I could leave this place. Time was tight, but I had to use every minute I could spare.

“You said that last time too.” My heart skipped. “I know,” Liam replied. “But I can’t let what happened before happen again.” Before? The other man sighed. “Then stop standing around and fix it,” he said. “In your previous life you failed her.” My breath caught. “In this life,” the man continued, “you have a second chance.” My blood ran cold as Liam spoke again. “I won’t make the same mistake.” The world suddenly felt like it tilted. Second chance…previous life. My heart pounded violently.

She’d let the chaos simmer around her but hadn’t let it touch her. Ophelia placed a mug of tea in her hands. “You’re officially a legend now.” Mira snorted softly. “Legends don’t get grounded for life.” “They also don’t get a second chance,” Carl said from the desk, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Do I have one?” Mira asked. “A second chance?” Carl looked at her. “You rewrote your own existence. You’re literally rebooted. You’ve got a whole new version.”

I looked at him with disgust evidence on my face. "Are you fucking blind? Do I look like I'm in any situation to calm down? You guys chained me up here. What is the damn reason you can't let me go? Do you really want to finish what you started in the past life? Dying once is not enough for you?" I yelled at him. The shocked look and their faces was very evident. I was also shocked by what I said because I wasn't exactly planning to let anyone know that I was living the second life.

They seemed taken aback by my question but the man brought out his phone, walked towards me and shoved the screen towards my face. 1st, January, 2024! "Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, face-palming myself on the forehead, trying to ease the frustration, confusion and ache that pulsed through me. Nothing was making sense. The date was clearly six months ago before I got pregnant. Was this a second life? I remembered bleeding while dying, I clearly craved for a second life, was that wish honored? Damn, I was reborn! But with my baby gone ! I didn't have my baby but I was fucking given a second chance! A chance to make them pay.

"It happened to me. Forty years ago, when I was thirty-one years old, I died. And I came back." The quiet in the room was complete. "I am not telling you this to create sympathy," he said. "I am not asking you to reconsider anything about what comes next. I understand what the next months look like for me." He paused. "I am telling you because you should know that you are not the only one. That you were never the only one. That there are others — some of whom you will find, some of whom may find you — and that what you choose to do with the second life matters in ways that extend beyond your own story."