Rebirth Wife Novels & Stories

"You're probably just jealous of how happy I am! I'm going to give birth to the future Don of the famiglia! What is your true intention in suggesting I abandon my position?" I exhaled slowly. "How do you even plan on getting pregnant if Julian can't even perform in the bedroom? You shouldn't assume that just because you had been reborn and had taken him from me that things will play out the way they did last time, Vivienne." "What do you mean by that? How did you find out—" 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."

It wasn't until her first love, Samuel, died that I finally confirmed that she actually loved another man. My ten years of love had been nothing but suffering for her. After realizing this, I did countless kind deeds in my previous life, ultimately using my life to exchange for a chance to go back in time, back to when Felicia was still alive. Before returning to this time, the witch had told me, "Within 24 hours after you go back in time, you have to fulfill her three final regrets. Once you have, you need to leave immediately. "From that point on, you two will go your separate paths, and she won't die at the young age of 30 because of you. You will each have your own place to belong.

If there was no other way, she would just have to work several more jobs. "Didn’t I say so? You wouldn’t listen when I told you not to rescue him. Now he’s saved and turned into a sickly burden. How unlucky am I to be stuck with such a useless husband? Isn’t he going to drag me down?" Rebecca appeared out of nowhere, having eavesdropped on Melanie’s conversation with the doctor.

"Mom, Ruby is the one who’ll be by my side for the rest of my life." And then, I died. After my death, my "wonderful" son and his wife spent my hard-earned money without restraint, living a life of luxury and indulgence. But fate had mercy on me. I was given a second chance and returned to this moment.

"I hate them. I thought their ability had long died off, but it seems that her bloodline chose her; she's a reborn." Confusion fixed itself onto my facial features. A reborn means someone who died and came back to life, right? There is no way Gianna is reborn. If I was the one who killed her in her past life, I will make sure that she never lives again. "Wait." A certain fear lingered at the edge of my voice. "You are serious," I asked the witch.

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

“When I was reborn?” “When was I reborn?” His voice was high-pitched and mimicked Verity. He slammed his fist onto the wooden pew. “Of course! When did you come back?” Verity looked around. “When I was twenty. I died after my mate found out I was a bastard. He killed me right as my mother told me about you. So when I came back, I found you first, and rejected my mate.” Garith stared at her. “You played me.” “No…I just thought it was a blessing from the goddess and kept it a secret. You never told me you’d come back before.” She cried, but he silenced her with a hand.

Chelsea explained the painful truth but that is how society is. Forgive a cheating wife but not a cheating husband. “I know, right?" I replied with a sigh. “Do you want me to help you pack out or what? Let's start, I have all day," Chelsea said, standing up, but I held her hand because I hadn't told her two things. One, I was reborn. Two, I am pregnant. I can't tell Chelsea I was reborn because she will only think I am crazy or something. Also, I don't know if there is any price I need to pay for coming back to life.

Everything sounds ridiculous, but being reborn made her believe in them. "Through a series of tests," Jasmine answered, a hopeful expression on her face. Author's Note If you have read the first book of this series, you would know about the supernatural elements it has. I am sorry if this comes as surprise to you. You can read ' Redemption's Sweet Temptation/ Rebirth insatiable CEO hubby ' for a better understanding.

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.