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My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

He questioned, His mind raced with questions, but he remained attentive, waiting for her to explain. Fiona took a deep breath, her eyes searching Scott's face for any signs of judgment. "A rebirth is someone who has lived multiple lives, reincarnating into different bodies throughout history," she explained. "In each lifetime, a rebirth retains the memories and experiences of her past lives, but their physical appearance and identity change."

Rebirth, being born again. I don’t know how true this term itself is, but after experiencing a near-death moment, I can say that the word 'rebirth' does hold deep meaning for me. It was a life-altering event that made me realize the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment. The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude.

The Goddess herself told me. I had been reborn, coming out of the darkness. I was made to go through difficult times and emerge into the light. A light in the darkness that never yields, and continues to shine. She granted me strength and power, as well as discernment and persistence. I had been reborn to thrive, and I would make the Goddess proud. I had been given a second chance. I’m not going to apologize to anyone who can’t accept me for who I am.

Esmeralda was not her name either. The spell finally worked and she connected to Alexia's past. She closed her eyes and the images began to flow. She knotted her brows, this is not what she was told. They had actually killed her in her past life, unjustly, just to be together. She saw all the other things she had done before and after her rebirth before she broke the connection. What happened before Alexia's rebirth wasn't what the witch was told. The witch looked at Alexia's face. She was still sound asleep. She rubbed her palm on Alexia's cheek sweetly.

This made her jump off the bed with joy, completely forgetting she was naked. She walked close to the big wall mirror, admiring her leg. Her face had ceased to smile the day she woke up without a leg. She dared not look others in the face and had always accepted whatever life threw at her, but her glow was back. Her hand went to the mirror table, where she took her mobile, flipping through the calendar. It was 5 years earlier—she had been granted a rebirth 5 years earlier. Oh… just how much she missed it was very clear and written in her eyes. She felt so happy having her leg back and being given a second chance. Now everything made sense. She had been given a second chance to rewrite everyt

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

The date flashed before my eyes, and my stomach lurched from shock. October 19, 2021. Three years ago. My breath caught in my throat, my vision spinning. *This isn’t possible. I stared at the date again, disbelief washing over me. I should be three years into the future, pregnant, and dead at the bottom of our mansion. But I’ve been brought back. Back when I was still his obedient wife. My hands trembled, and I gripped the phone tighter, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The nightmare I had just woken from—it hadn’t been a dream. It was a warning. A glimpse of what was to come if I let history repeat itself.