Romans & histoires Reborn I’m Done Being The Don’s Wife

She was her daughter too and not a bloody weapon to stay in this sham of a marriage and some damn control over me. "I'm done playing your fucking puppet. Sign the papers and get the hell out of my face!" Those words brought back the feeling of déjà vu. The night I said them to Caroline-- I still hadn’t forgiven myself for it. Unlike Caroline who cried and tried to change my mind, Louise laughed with all her entitlement oozing out of her and a hard glare in her eyes. "Didn't you fucking hear? You can't get rid of me. We're married. Happily married-"

They were curious about what was going on between them. “Bella, what’s your relationship with the Don? He seems to adore you.” “So, the rumors are true. The Don never took an interest in women before because he already has one.” “Looks like she’s the future Mrs. Wade. We’d better stay on her good side.” My parents stood proudly in the center of the crowd, beaming with pride at their younger daughter. They used to brag about me being the Don's wife until Gideon publicly warned them to keep their mouths shut. After that humiliation, they started resenting me more and more.

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

On the floor near her mother’s feet lay the blank check. “Mother wat are you doing?” Val said carefully, trying to reach for her hand but stopped halfway. “What are you doing?!” “What am I doing?” Rebecca turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “What are you doing? Look around you. I opened my eyes from a coma and found my daughter married to a man no one can speak about. A man so clean he must be rotten.” Val swallowed hard, a heat rising in her chest she couldn’t name. “Can you not say such horrible things about my husband.”

"The doctor said you could stay another day if you needed more time to recover." "I'm ready, Mom," Sadie assured her mother, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently. "I want to go home. I want to start my new life with Damien." The words tasted strange on her tongue—not quite lies, but not quite truths either. She did want to start her new life, but not in the way her mother imagined. She wanted to begin the careful work of dismantling the people who had destroyed her, of protecting the man she had once so cruelly rejected, of building something real from the ashes of her previous existence.

I used to be the one doting on him, taking care of every little detail after we got married, and in all 40 years of our marriage, I never once confronted him. His eyes fell on the marriage agreement still lying on the table. Suddenly, he remembered the promise we'd made as children. Back then, the agreement had his name written alongside mine. But now, my name had been changed to Catherine's. It felt like a weight pressing hard on his chest, choking him into silence.

"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.

“It’s been a whirlwind, guys…Recently, I got married to the love of my life. Still trying to settle into my new role as a wife, it’s been beautiful and humbling. We lost someone so dear to us, my amazing father-in-law. He was such a blessing to us all, and his memory will forever live with us. But life moves forward, and we celebrate love, healing, and new beginnings. Our new home already feels like a dream come true, and I can’t wait to share more about this journey, my coming project, the house tour, and everything in between. For now, take care and spread love. #WifeLife #NewBeginnings #HealingInLuxury” I read it twice. It sounds warm and perfectly curated. Nothing like the reality behind

Donald is quiet for a beat, chewing his gum thoughtfully, then he says, “Provide a mother figure for your daughter, Rowan.” I shoot him a look. “Silvia’s never coming back.” “I know, I know.” He raises his hands. “What I’m saying is… marry someone new. The sooner the better.” “That’s not even an option. I’m never walking through that door again.” “For fuck’s sake, man, it would be a contract marriage.” He steps closer, voice dropping. “You just need to make the public believe it’s real, get Rebecca to like her fast, hire the best lawyer, and boom! You keep custody.”

His gaze burned into the phone in George’s hand as if he could see through it, as if he could tear Reuben apart with sheer willpower alone. “I think you will do anything to keep that pretty wife of yours and your baby alive,” Reuben said, his voice low and menacing. “Sign every document that will be sent to you now. Transfer the controlling shares to my name, and maybe, just maybe, I will let her go unharmed.” Denovon’s eyes darkened, his hands curling into fists. Every muscle in his body tightened, coiling like a spring ready to snap. He could hear the faint whimpers of a woman in the background.