Rebirth Pampered Wife Counterattack Novels & Stories

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

Colter and Clara tried to resist, but they were quickly tackled by the officers. "Colter Gray," an officer sternly called out. "We received a report, and we've secured evidence of your crimes. You and your wife, Clara Wilder, are suspected of the illegal purchase and deployment of the banned Fertility Transfer System, which has resulted in the death of a young woman. "Moreover, you are associated with multiple recent cases involving marriages among high-society pets. Is that correct?" Colter's face turned deathly pale. He could barely even form a complete sentence, while Clara lay completely paralyzed on the floor, trembling all over.

The wooden floor creaked under the old heater. My plant by the window drooped pitifully, as it always did whenever I forgot to water it. It was peaceful. “I still can’t believe this.” I whispered, pressing a hand against my forehead. “A new opportunity. But, why?” My voice cracked slightly. After everything, years of manipulation, isolation, and fear. I had opened my eyes in my younger body. Before the marriage. Before I ever stepped foot into the world that destroyed me. This life was a reset.

Harvey felt like he was looking at concubines from a bygone era as he looked at the women, old-fashioned and drowned in decadence. He instinctively felt disgusted. "Were you looking for me, stepmother?" It seemed like Journi did not like what she was looking at as well, but she still started the conversation with a blank expression. It was obvious that the woman who won the card game was Elric's current wife, Pamela Thompson. She was barely a few years older than Journi.

Valeria slammed her chopsticks onto the table, storming off to her room in a huff without finishing her meal. Watching the group put on this absurd performance, Ivy Belle felt a deep surge of disgust in her heart. Had she not been reborn, it would have been nearly impossible to believe that these very people were the ones who had driven her to her death. Glancing at the woman sitting opposite her, Ivy clenched her chopsticks tightly. Had she not controlled her force, they might have snapped in half long ago. Victoria Sterling... you killed Ms. Vance, you destroyed my life, and your family ruined everything I had. None of you will ever know peace in this lifetime. Even if I die, I will drag e

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant? I underestimated how terrible this man could be. "Let's not see each other again." I slipped away from his confines, and as he tried to follow behind me, I turned back to glare at him, my eyes filled with overwhelming madness. "Or else, I'm not sure how I can stop myself from killing you to avenge my baby." I had no complaints about becoming disabled for him, because that was my choice. But my baby was innocent! "Go ahead." Horace wasn't scared in the slightest, instead taking another step toward me.

She was good at this, playing him like a fiddle. “You don’t gotta torture yourself like this,” she said, voice all honey. “Look, I know you’re all torn up over her, Henry, but you gotta toughen up if you’re gonna win her back. She’s your wife, man, that’s ride-or-die forever. You need to pull it together to steal her back from Damian’s sorry ass.” I stifled a giggle, biting my lip, loving how Vicky played him like a fiddle. “And speakin’ of Damian, don’t you waste one more second stressin’ over that fool. He’s just a fling, darlin’, a little plaything to get her through the itch, nothin’ more.”

Anyone with half a brain could see Ruby’s schemes, but he chose to believe her like a fool. I silently regretted ever giving birth to this idiot. He was an embarrassment. But while my thoughts were sharp, my outward expression was calm. I had already formed a new plan. I stared at the two of them for a long moment before curling my lips into a smile. “I believe in Ruby too. Of course, I’m willing to give her another chance.” “But for the sake of Ruby’s reputation and our family’s lineage, let’s do a paternity test once the baby is born.”

He accidentally pulled off the silk scarf around my neck to reveal the unmistakable hickeys trailing down my neck. "Opal..." Snatching the scarf from his hands, I scoffed. "Crazy guy." But Eugene wasn’t ready to give up. He looked at me with a desperate intensity. "Opal, I truly regret everything. I know I was wrong. I’ll do anything if you can just forgive me." I let out a cold laugh, stepping closer to him and lowering my voice so only he could hear. "Regret what? Regret the way you treated me in our last life? Haven’t you learned by now that a love confessed too late is worth less than dirt?"