Romans & histoires My Wife Is Reborn

The sheer delight and relief at getting a second chance at life welled in me, but I had no time to bask in the feeling. Lowering my head to check the branded watch on my wrist, I noticed that it was 2:00 pm now, which meant I had two hours before the victim's family killed me. At that moment, just like in my previous life, Shannon called me. "Rina, are you back from your work trip?" As I listened to her saccharine-sweet voice, I had to suppress the rage that rose in me so that she wouldn't realize something was off. "I just got home. What's up?"

"My son! My son! How could you leave like this? What am I, an old woman, supposed to do now? What about your wife and child?" My mother-in-law's shrill, heart-rending cries dragged me back to my senses. My gaze fell on the body lying in the coffin—a face identical to my husband, Tommy Robinson. I lowered my eyes, while a violent storm rose in my heart. I had been reborn. And I had been reborn on the very day Tony Robinson's body was sent back.

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

My husband's birthday and our third wedding anniversary. Four years before I…died. This could not be real. Was I really reborn? My prayers…they must have been answered. Oh, dear God… “Honey, is everything alright?” An eerily familiar voice filtered through my ears. Merrick. His hand covered mine, and I felt hives break out on my skin. I withdrew my hand quickly, feeling the room spin with so many curious stares. He let her kill me, and he dared to sit there like nothing happened. Like he ever loved me.

“Where are we going? And speaking of your husband, since when do you refer to him as an idiot? Who are you and what have you done with my friend? Seriously did you die and come back to life? She was cackling now, the sudden change in my behavior having both surprised and amused her. I started to laugh too, wanting desperately to tell her how right she was even though she had just used it as an expression. I did come back to life, and luckily, to my senses as well. “How about I answer all your questions, while we shop for new clothes,” I said, raising my credit card I’d found and brought with me in the air. She squealed, her excitement about to split her in two. Not only did she like this new

Dominic snatched my phone and said coldly, "You should worry about your own husband, Vivienne. If you bother Isabella one more time, I'll make sure everyone sees exactly what those 'injuries' on you really look like." With that, Dominic hung up and tossed the phone back to me. "You shouldn't bother talking to her anymore. She's the type who won't listen until life forces her to." I froze momentarily before looking at him. "Did you hear what I said?" Dominic nodded and replied, "Yes." "I can explain everything about being reborn—" "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're fine now. You should let them deal with their own mess." I was momentarily startled, yet I soon grasped his impli

I hated how disappointed I was by how ordinary it turned out to be. If he'd known, I would have had something to work with. A threat I could see coming. Instead I had something stranger sitting in my chest, something I didn't have a plan for at all. My dead husband wanted me again. He just had no idea I was his wife. I turned away from the glass box and made myself focus on the thing I could actually control. His Saturday invitation still sat unanswered on my phone. Accepting it would make everything easier, get me closer, faster.

Yvonne said. "Previously, before my rebirth, I already married you, and gave birth to a very cute daughter. As for the future, even if I am reborn, I will marry you," Samuel said. These words couldn't be considered an explanation for Yvonne because she couldn't understand them at all, and she was even becoming more and more confused. Samuel saw Yvonne’s face was full of confusion, so he could only explain to Yvonne in detail. From the moment he was reborn, he told Yvonne everything as if he were telling a story.

She realised that she was reborn for him and not for the sake of her revenge and so, she was going to cherish this new life of hers. THE END ..................... Please stay Tuned for the story of Xander and Xavier with their love life. It's more of Xander's story though. The book is still in review and would be available this week. (Trapped in his love Web)

I was grateful to the moon goddess for this second chance, I don’t know that I had gone back in years, back to when I was twenty and a day after my wedding with Logan and was already mated and marked by him. Logan, Blair, and my stepmother. I clenched my fist. I’ll make you pay for what you did to me! “I have been reborn.”