Romans & histoires My Wife Is Reborn

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

"Your grandmother. She died young, in the records, but the archivist's note said: the line will find its way back." "And then my mother left North Ridge," Claire said slowly. "And then she died. And then I was supposed to marry Derek and die in his cell." She followed it forward. "And the line — what? Refused? Sent me back?" "I don't know," he said. "I don't think anyone knows exactly how it works. I think we're two people who were handed a second run at something and told: try again. Do it differently." He looked at her hand in his. "And I ended up at your wedding for a reason I couldn't explain, and you walked to me."

That was why, from the very first day I was reborn, I began secretly planning to transfer the assets under his name. This time, I no longer believed in a man's love. I believed only in the money I could hold in my own hands. Ethan kept talking to himself. "By the way, today is our third wedding anniversary. I'll make it up to you properly. I promise—no one will disturb us tonight." He raised three fingers solemnly, swearing an oath. I nodded and replied sweetly, "All right. Whatever you say." Seeing how agreeable I was, Ethan's mood lifted immediately.

My breath caught when I realized that I wasn’t even in the warehouse in the first place. I was in Luca and my matrimonial bedroom. Our fucking bedroom. On the king-size bed, the sheets were cold beneath me. Always cold and empty because my husband was rarely home. My mouth parted open in disbelief. What the hell was happening? Wait… that second chance the Alpha King mentioned—did the Goddess really grant it to me? Of course. That was the only explanation for the fact that I was still here after being burned alive by Luca and his mistress. I had been reborn.

I was admitted to Tenebris University, and after graduation I joined your father's company and met you again. "In the end, we even fell in love and got married. You and I managed the company side by side and even had a child together. Those memories feel so vivid that they blur the line between dream and reality for me. How could the beautiful future I dreamed of turn out to be the complete opposite of reality?" Queenie started to break down, her shoulders trembling. She buried her face in her hands and wailed. "Why did this happen? Why did things end up this way?"

The world seemed to stop. The sound of the waves disappeared. The wind... The lighthouse... Everything faded. Only those words remained. "We're going to be parents." Tears immediately filled her eyes. For a long moment... She couldn't speak. In her first life... She had died betrayed. Alone. Never believing she would know happiness. Now... She placed a trembling hand over her abdomen. A tiny life. A new beginning. A future untouched by revenge. She looked up at Adrian. "Really?"

Betrayed by her husband, and left to die in a world overrun by zombies, Kira Zade thought her story was over. Until she woke up forty-six days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of her gruesome death and a mysterious Infinite Hoarding System, Kira has one goal: prepare for the end of the world. Her first targets? The husband who betrayed her, the mistress who stole her family, and everyone who mistook her kindness for weakness. This time, she won’t beg for love or fight for survival. She’ll build an empire, and become its queen!

I opened my eyes, and the first thing that came into view was the operating room with the emergency light still on. I realized I had been reborn back to the very day my mother-in-law, Lillian Pierce, got into a car accident. Before long, a doctor emerged from the operating room. "The patient's in critical condition! Her liver has ruptured, and we need an immediate transplant from a direct relative." I nodded, having already been mentally prepared for all of this. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Elena Prescott. "Honey—"

The soil recovered incrementally. All of it real. All of it his to work with, regardless of whether the novel had predicted it. He stood and walked to the field where soil had turned from grey to brown. It was darker now, more brown than grey, spreading beyond the initial recovery zone as the grid's redistribution continued. A month ago he had been reading a w******l in Seoul, falling asleep with a story about a villain's forgotten son who died in Chapter 3. Now he was that son, reincarnated, operating in a world that resembled the novel but was not identical to it, building something that the novel had never described because the novel had never imagined he would survive long enough to buil

For the first time, his voice carried a trace of fear. Looking at him, my smile grew cold, and I repeated myself. "Let me get this straight. You went to all that trouble—going so far as to murder your own flesh and blood—just to snatch away... the widowed sister-in-law you failed to get your hands on in your previous life?" "You were reborn as well?" Realization dawned on him, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes, I was reborn! In my past life, I thought you were the one who saved me when we were kids; that's the reason I chose you.