Rebirth Of A Pampered Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

So that she, and the others, could more easily break the defenses of the usually very cautious man. Evan looked at his wife with a complicated face and red eyes. They should only get married by contract. But just because Evan gave the girl a little comfort, his wife was willing to do many things just for his happiness. Evan couldn't imagine how difficult Maya's life was before this. The girl was too pure and kind, wholly different from the image of Finola he had heard from the people around him.

Just not in the way she thought. Mrs Bennett leaned in quickly, her voice urgent. “Please, don’t cry. Be strong. You remember what I told you before we got here?” “I remember.” “Then be strong,” she said, patting my hand like she was reassuring a child. “You’re going to get everything back. Your husband, your home, your future. Everything will go back to the way it was.” I nodded again. But in my mind, I was screaming: How? How is anything going to go back to normal when he’s playing house with another woman? When he already has a child with her, and another one on the way?

Staring at me in disbelief, he stuttered, "D-Did you just hit me?" After harboring resentment for him across two lifetimes, I was finally able to release all my pent-up anger. I let out a cold laugh and lowered my voice. "Yes, I did. Even after being reborn, you're still just as self-righteous and arrogant as you were in our previous life." His expression stiffened before realization dawned on him. "You… You were reborn too?" I ignored him and turned toward the security guards. "Throw him out along with the wedding dress. I don't want them soiling the main entrance of my company."

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

This was a year ago. I lifted the file to my face, and everything started clawing back into my head. Yes. I remember this day. It was the day I gave everything up to become a housewife to Mathew. It was the day I gave Megan everything. The day my nightmare all began. I was given another chance to live again! “Talk to me, honey. Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” Mathew's voice cut through my thoughts, and I snapped my head to look at him.

Love + Power = Unstoppable. *@mama_loves_romance: This just healed my faith in office romance. Congratulations to our favorite CEO queen 💍👑* Each comment sent a thrill through her whole body. The plan was working flawlessly and the stock prices would stabilize, the merger talks would proceed smoothly, and she would finally have the personal life narrative that all those investors seemed to crave. All it took was one fake engagement and a contract husband who hates her. She took a sip of her now-cold coffee, the liquid bitter on her tongue and cold, then typed out a short text message.

"How dare you have the conscience to still show your inhuman face before me? Today, I lost fate in fatherhood. Today I realised that fatherhood isn't destined for every human of the male species. And I also realised that you are not human. You had a chance to live again. You were shown love and good wishes in the days you lay unconscious in your bed. But when you woke up, your beastly heart overshadowed your reasoning. May you desire for love all your life. May you have wishes that would never come true. But I will fight back Louis Hayden. I will wait until I am strong and I will get revenge. I will learn to be vengeful, if it is just towards you. I will never forget and I will never forgive

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.

He wanted to calm down and consummate the marriage after getting to know her well. With this chance of rebirth, he insisted on choosing me despite the accusation of being ungrateful. During the first few days of our marriage, he did not touch me because he was afraid of sacrificing, and I would have difficulties remarrying if I got pregnant. I hugged him tightly and called him a fool. The next day, Flora arrived early, accompanied by Elaine. She arrogantly walked in front and shouted as soon as she entered, "Sally, come out! I want my husband back!"

He never frequented nightclubs, nor was there ever any romantic scandal about him since our marriage. Charles Gunning and Sierra Gunning, our children, had excellent grades and were well-behaved, never giving anyone cause for worry. It could be said that my life was a source of envy and jealousy for others. I had already learned that it was all an illusion since I had been reborn. I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow."