Rebirth Of An Abandoned Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her voice… it was exactly the same. Warm. Soft. A lullaby I hadn’t heard since I was fourteen. “I miss you,” I choked. Her smile softened. “I know. But you don’t have to hurt anymore. Project Rebirth was created so you’d never be powerless again.” That word sliced through the haze. Rebirth. My breath shook. “Why are you here? What are you doing to me?” She touched my cheek and her fingers were cold as ice. “I’m unlocking you. The world hurt you, Elena. Betrayed you. Took everything from you.”

With my head buried in my hands and tears in my eyes, I answered hesitantly, “I don't need your apology. I just need to know why.” He remained silent. Maybe I was being a little unfair, I thought— considering the look in his eyes, I suppose I could try to understand why he had left me even if he hadn't said anything. At the time I had no recollection of my past life as Reina, Chris was all I had until he abandoned me. And then, when the memories of my previous existence returned, I felt as if the moon goodness despised me. The woman who gave birth to me had a nine-year-old son named Chris. She lived with her husband and son in a lovely little cottage until she fell in love with a stranger wh

The one I wore the night he proposed. Victoria’s work. I picked it up. Put it on. It smelled like mildew and the girl I used to be. I opened my bank app. One last time. _Account Frozen._ I started laughing. The sound tore out of me like a nail from wood. I walked out the front door. Into the storm. Barefoot. The gate was locked. I climbed it. Steel cut my palms. My feet. I hit the pavement on the other side. Blood mixed with rain.

However, he hadn't called her. The call automatically disconnected. There was no response from Stephen's end. Natalie's heart tightened. She sat on the sidewalk, feeling lost. In her mind, flashes of the final scenes from her previous life kept reappearing. She even pondered on the meaning of her rebirth. Though she had been full of pride before Cedric, deep down, alone, she had to admit her own misery. It might not be as drastic as her previous life, where she had her vision taken away or burned alive in Scarlet Villa.

Like a phoenix reaching the end of its life cycle, she had burned, only to rise anew from the ashes, embarking on a journey of rebirth. In her infant form, Sabrina's destiny led her to cross paths with a couple who had ventured into the wilderness on a camping trip. The couple stumbled upon the aftermath of a devastating fire, unaware that it had been ignited by Sabrina's uncontrollable powers. They discovered the baby amidst the smoldering ruins, believing her to be a survivor of a tragic fire disaster. ‌

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.

She heard the sounds of footsteps moving and then it vanished, she waited for a moment before struggling to stand up. She struggled to remain straight but her tenacity prevailed and she began moving slowly. "Damn that tree." She cursed the thick root that messed up her leg, she was still tens of minutes away from the main city and even more towards the edge, she couldn't stop now to rest or look at her ankle. Who knew what those humans in black were setting up? Atarah leaned against her lean as she took deep breaths, she gazed at her ankle again. "Damn it." She struggled to move again and before a sharp voice stopped her.

I exclaim because the situation is looking like it is way beyond my grasp. “That is not the type of person that I am, and my mother didn’t raise me to scheme against other people,” I refuse to go along with what she is saying. “Hard times call for desperate measures,” she justifies. “I just don’t see myself moving in the direction of the wife who schemes against her husband,” I express. “This is not who you are, but this is the kind of person that you are reborn as and you need to develop your survival mechanism otherwise your story will end in the same way it did the first time,” she says unapologetically.

But this time, Sharon was the one with a chance to survive because she had the parachute. I didn’t expect Eugene to bother with rescue efforts once he landed. Honestly, I’d be grateful if he didn’t publicly declare me dead the moment he hit the ground. After all, in both lifetimes, the only woman he truly loved was Sharon. It was only after we married in my previous life that I discovered the truth—Eugene and Sharon had known each other long before. They met in school as two illegitimate children brought back into their families, finding solace in their shared pain and promising to stay by each other’s side.

"I'm not who I used to be. I haven't been for a long time now." ​"No. You're someone else entirely." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Someone who built an entire life out of the worst thing that ever happened to her, and made it into something nobody can ever take from her again." ​She had died once, poisoned by the people who were supposed to love her most. ​She had come back rich in the one thing money could never buy the first time around—people who stayed. ​She was Reborn Rich. ​And this time, nobody was ever taking any of it from her again. THE END