Reborn I’m Done Being The Don’s Wife Novels & Stories

Just the fact of it, said plainly between them. "Yes." His jaw was tight. "By minutes, I think. The warmth was still—" He stopped. "I'm sorry." "Don't," she said. "Don't apologize. You didn't know. You couldn't have known." She squeezed his hand. "And I'm here. I came back. Whatever happened after — it produced this." He looked at her. "You're extraordinarily calm about this." "I woke up in a wedding dress in a life I had already died in," she said. "My baseline for extraordinary has shifted significantly."

“I truly appreciate it.” The handshake had barely ended when a sharp voice cut through the room. “I told you he was fine, but you insisted on bringing half the neighborhood along, making it look like a funeral gathering.” The man paused mid-step and exchanged a glance with his wife before turning back. The remark did not surprise him. As neighbors, they had known her for years, and kindness had never been one of her defining qualities. “He's back, and that's all that matters,” his wife responded calmly. “If he hadn't returned, who knows what could have happened?”

When the wildfire reached the door to my room at the treatment center, I heard my husband, Lucas Vale, order them to save Serena Cole first. There was only one seat left on the helicopter. He gave it to the girl I'd treated like a little sister my whole life, and he wouldn't even have anyone unlock my door. "Keep her calm. She's emotionally unstable right now. She can't leave the ward without authorization." Seven months pregnant, I gripped the receiver in one hand and cradled my belly with the other. Two hours earlier, he'd wiped away my tears and told me he'd sent me here to protect me. I'd begged him to let me see a lawyer and to look into the money diverted from the foundation. Instead,

The sound was pathetic, a broken, wheezing thing that made my skin crawl. "I'm sick. I think—I think I have the chemical thing. The spill. I have a fever. I can't stop coughing. Chloe and my mom are sick too. We need help. We need a doctor. We need—""You need to stop calling me," I said, my voice perfectly level. "I'm not your wife anymore, Marcus. I'm not your doctor. And I'm certainly not your emergency fund.""Scarlett, please," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was wrong about everything. I was an idiot.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

don stopped and asked "what you want say" she said "I wanna go to home sobb I want my mom sobbb" she is crying very bitterly don sighed and said "fine I will send you" she said "I will never comeback sobb into your life sobbb please let me go sobbb I will never say any of these to anyone sobbb I will go sobb far away" this time Don's anger triggered he went near her and made her to stand forcefully she pushed him aside and ran away to front room but the main door is locked

But for other things, he felt very eager to swear. "Easy Nickson." Rebecca tried to stroke Nickson's tense jaw which the man pushed away roughly. "I'm hurt that you rejected me," she said with a made-up pout. "No need to act in front of me. Explain to me all your evil plans now or I will cancel my intention to become a sperm donor for you." "You are my husband. You will be the father of my baby.” “I would prefer never to be a father to your baby. I'm sick of seeing you toy with my life like a string puppet at a festival. You sneakily robbed all my freedom.”

’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’ The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V.

she said, the Don was thoughtful for a while as he looking at her as if he could see her very soul. “Doctor, you can leave us alone" the Don said, the Doctor quickly excused himself and left the cell. The Don took a sit on the empty chair Grace had been tied on early. He looked at his daughter for long mintues before he eventually let out a sign “What kind of hoe are you?" He asked in a sharp voice, “the kind you gave birth to" Dora let out a laugh. “Ryan is my husband and I don't see any sin to get pregnant for my husband" she freakly told him. The Don shook his head with a click of his tougue

Why did he seem to assume that I'd forgive him for all the pain he inflicted upon me the moment he cut ties with Vivian? He was probably used to getting everything he wanted when it came to me. When it came to us. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my very last shred of uncertainty disappeared. "Horace, do you know what was the thought that made me happiest, when I found out I was reborn?" His hands clenched tightly, and his entire body trembled. "I was so happy that I was given a chance to choose to leave your side." "Impossible!" He was utterly enraged, reaching to grab my shoulders tightly. "It's because of Carl, isn't it? What's so good about that man, for you to be so devot