Rebirth Of A Pampered Wife Novels & Stories

I was the jilted one, the daughter with a chip on her shoulders and a hostile womb, and Astrid was the one making sacrifices? “She slept with my husband!” “Oh please, Calista. You know your marriage to Merrick is just a business deal,” she eyes my belly.“ one which sadly, you are yet to complete.” “I get it, mother. I am a childless, empty body who only exists for the family's pleasure.” “Pleasure?” She scoffed, lips curled in a sneer. “Was it pleasurable when you killed my husband?” Her words stung hard, the venom creeping into my heart before I could even take a breath.

I said to the old man, changing the way I addressed him, and I noticed the light that shone in his eyes as a result. Simon saw me off, and I drove away from Simon’s villa. Initially, when I reincarnated into Jennifer’s body, I thought it would be hard for me to rise to the top again, but my luck had just been immaculate. I married the richest man and got his backing; I became an actress, and now I am the goddaughter of the Dumont family. The only part I hated was that I became pregnant with a scum bag, and I did not even know what the scum bag looked like.

She marches out of her room as the two maids follow behind their mistress. "Miss, be careful," one of the maids cautioned, her voice laced with concern, as Autumn's pace quickened with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. This was the moment she had been dreading - facing her father after her rebirth. The last time they spoke, his words had cut deeper than any knife, disowning her and leaving her for dead in the den of social suicide.

Stanley glared at his son, his face red with suppressed rage, but he said nothing more. I should have felt grateful. I was. In my last life. My husband had just stood up for me in front of his family for the first time. It was the happiest day in my marriage life, thinking that he cared for me. And I don’t just mean the first two years of marriage. I meant the entire four years total, including the two years I have yet to live before I die. Yes, I died. And I was reborn. But not to a time before this miserable marriage, when I could have avoided this life entirely. No, I woke up to this very day. This day that doomed me.

“Jason... I heard from Patrick that while I was gone, Catheryn took care of you. I’m sorry for leaving you. I just fell in love. But I hope you understand. Now that I’m back... can’t we bring things back to how they were?” Bring things back? Her words gave me chills. She was so manipulative, acting innocent. But out of everyone here, she was the most toxic of all. “Eunice, I’ll be honest. You left me. I was drowning in sadness when you told me you were marrying someone else. I fell into depression. But the one who helped me stand again was Catheryn. She worked hard to bring me back to who I was. And now you’re saying we should go back to how things were? There’s nothing to go back to, Eunice

More alive. She still tells me she loves me every single day. Then she drops to her knees and begs me to ruin her. The accident took my wife. But what came back was something better. Something real. Something that had been waiting years to be unleashed. I built the perfect replica. Instead, she rebuilt me. And together we created something darker, wetter, and infinitely more satisfying than our old marriage ever was. Every night when she spreads her legs and whispers “Break me,” I thank whatever gods brought her back to me.

'Delbert, I'm willing to marry you in this life, and I will protect you. Through the mirror on the dressing table, Harriet found herself in garish clothes and heavy makeup. In her previous life, she thought that Nora's styling made her look like a celestial beauty, but now she found it ugly. And it seemed that she was no longer mentally challenged. The retarded girl with the mental capacity of a six-year-old in her previous life had suddenly returned to normal. Perfect! She could now seek revenge for herself and Delbert. Harriet sat at the dressing table, beginning to remove her makeup. Her eyes glinted with coldness.

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

Damon’s mother said, her voice quiet but strong. The oldest elder turned to Damon, her stare cutting through him. “We know you brought a human body here. That’s against our sacred laws. The punishment is death.” Damon’s mother opened her mouth to argue, but the elder shot her a look and waved her hand—shut up. “Why’d you do it?” the elder demanded, her tone icy. Damon didn’t flinch. “It’s my wife,” he said, calm as stone. “She’s dead and I want her back. I need the rebirth ritual.”

She rolled her eyes and sat next to him "We're sad. Our precious daughter abandoned us after getting married and didn't even bother to call us." Father Fang said pretending to be aggrieved. "Yeah, we gave birth to such an ungrateful daughter. I regretted letting her get married." Mother Fang added faking her tears. Fang Xinyi chuckles and said "Dad, mom stop pretending. I know you are happy that you have got rid of me." "Well you're right. I'm so happy. Anyway, I heard you the other time. Does that mean out grandchild is on the way?." Her mother said