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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

"Have you told anyone else about your rebirth?" A short laugh escaped me. "No." Her brow lifted slightly. "No one?" I shook my head. "I can't." The answer came immediately. "They'd think I'm crazy." Nina smiled softly. "Perhaps." I groaned. "That's not reassuring." Her smile widened. "But I doubt your husband would react that way." My head snapped up. Nina looked entirely too pleased with herself. "He's very protective." I narrowed my eyes. "That's putting it mildly."

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.

He wore a malicious smile as he said it. My stomach twisted. I thought of my second death as his hands and legs kept descending on my body, the fact that I barely achieved enough in this second life before my husband sent me to my maker again. Then I decided it was not happening. I gathered strength. Another incoming kick to my face, I pushed his leg away, and he lost his footing, crashing beside me. I frantically reached for dirt around me, and I poured them mercilessly, right into his eyes. “Celeste!” He let out a powerful shriek as he shook on the ground, the pain in his eyelids killing him as he tried to wipe most out.

Valentina replied, sitting down without being invited. Jasmine closed her folder. “Go ahead.” Valentina drew a breath. “You’re smart. I admit it. But you must realize that your presence makes people misunderstand.” “People or you?” Jasmine asked softly. Valentina stiffened. “I am Christopher’s wife.” “I know.” “And you’re his past.” Jasmine gave a faint smile. “The past has no rights, Valentina. But it also cannot be erased.” Valentina clenched her hands. “What exactly did you come back for?”

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.”

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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.”