Romans & histoires Rebirth Of A Pampered Wife

For six years, Sasha sacrificed everything she could caring for the Westfields, she faced humiliations and taunts but still consoled herself to not hold it against them because they were family. Not until they left her to die in the stairwell with no seat in the evacuation convoy during the outbreak. She thought that was the end, but the System rebooted and sent her back seven weeks earlier before the outbreak. Now, while that family is looking for ways to use her again, she is building a strong medical fortress and waiting for them to come begging.

It was during a quiet evening several weeks later, once the initial excitement of sharing their news had settled into comfortable anticipation, that Seraphina found herself reflecting on how thoroughly her life had transformed since those first terrified weeks of her rebirth. “I keep thinking about the woman who woke up in her childhood bedroom, three years in the past, certain her only path forward involved careful strategic survival,” she said, settling beside Damon on the terrace as evening settled comfortably around them. “She never could have imagined this. Genuine happiness, chosen family, a child conceived from love rather than desperate necessity.” “I think about that too,” Damon adm

“I’m pregnant with your child.” My voice trembled uncontrollably. “I found out about it recently, and was going to tell you about it.” For a split second, something flickered across his face. Then irritation. “So what?” he snapped. “Isla is pregnant with my pup too.” Isla smiled. “And she’s obviously going to give birth to a stronger child.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you really going to kill me,” I whispered, “and your own child?” “I don’t care about you,” he said calmly. “Or that child inside you.”

Frade lowered his voice, "Listen, I've settled the bar fight with your husband as you requested. I have the right to make my claim. You have to keep your body intact, at least for the duration of our cooperation. I don't want to end up with a corpse!" The corpse, he said the corpse. My heart gave a sudden jolt. I remembered that I was once a corpse. Maybe he's right. I shouldn't have put my body at risk, and if I'm a corpse before my revenge is complete, what's the point of my rebirth? I admit that I was too impulsive this time. The smell of disinfectant in the ward grew stronger and stronger, and the sound of the monitors disturbed me. I hate to stay in bed.

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

“I lost everything…every single thing I have ever worked for..” “No. You were given the wrong life.” The golden light surrounded me now, lifting me up in its warmth. I felt my pain peeling away like old skin. My heart felt... lighter. “You are being offered a rare gift: a second chance. A new beginning.” I hesitated. “My baby—what about my child?” The voice was quiet for a long moment before answering. “The child was a soul bound by suffering. It is free now. Just like you will be. But when you return, you return as you. Not Max’s wife. Not anyone’s shadow.”

He was watching me. He was tall… handsome. A powerful presence that couldn't be ignored. Mr. Cole... The man who cried heavily while holding my body moment ago. But what is going on? Why am I suddenly here? “Emma…” Daniel's voice echoed, and I finally turned to him. He was holding a ring. A familiar one... The same ring he gave me on our engagement day. My breath caught as everything clicked… I was reborn. I was reborn back to the day Daniel and I got engaged. On this day, I was really excited and couldn't wait to finally be with him, little did I know that three years later, he would choose another woman over me.

Damien who didn't accept her at the first place was actually warn her not to cross her boundaries and keep her place as it should be - Damien's wife. Damien hates betrayal and disgusting people. He warned her clearly and perfectly that never tried to get closer to his family. He was right. Pamela clenches her jaw. She knows it was a boring night but she was indeed sleeping with their golden son for the night - with no protection or any precautions action. "As you wish!" She takes the money, her lips curled into an evil grin. She doesn't want to marry a cripple at the first place. She hated to see herself standing next to Damien who has an unworldly gorgeous appearance. But he wasn't suitable

My throat closed. She didn’t know. That was what moved through me right then, slow and devastating. She was calling me barren in my own kitchen for the second time in two days and she did not know. None of them knew. There was a child inside me right now, Damien’s child, the heir she had just spent five minutes mourning the absence of, and he had sat across from me and told me to get rid of it because he couldn’t raise two children, and now his mother was standing here using the word barren like a sentence.

When we finally pulled apart, forehead to forehead, he smiled a real smile, unguarded and rare. “My wife,” he said softly, testing the word like something sacred. I smiled back. “My husband.” But as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, a familiar chill brushed my spine. Because deep down, I knew something Alexander didn’t yet. This peace… this happiness… It was real. But it wasn’t the end. Far below us, in a building we had never noticed before, a screen flickered to life displaying a familiar name tied to Project Rebirth.