Reborn to Rewrite: The Paramedic's Vengeance

Name: Reborn to Rewrite: The Paramedic's Vengeance
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The pain was a memory, sharp and final, then nothing. Now, air filled my lungs in a gasping shock, and I was back in my old, small bedroom. Sunlight, the same damn sunlight from that cursed morning, streamed through the window, my paramedic uniform folded on the chair. I was plunged back into the day Victoria Belmont, the woman I married, first entered my life. In my previous existence, she and her lover, Dylan Vance, had revealed it was all a lie: she claimed she was never sick, that my family's "Healing Aura" was a sham, and that my mother and I conspired to fake her illness to trap her in marriage. They tortured me until I was nothing, then left me to die in a desolate wasteland. The aftermath ripped through my innocent family: my dad' s hardware store bankrupted, my kind mother, Maria, driven to madness. I learned too late that Sarah Miller, a quiet librarian, was my true savior, not the manipulative Belmonts. The raw agony of betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer injustice of my family's ruin-it was a horror that had followed me even into death. How could I have been so utterly blind to the monsters masked by wealth and charm? But now, I was whole. I was back. And when the familiar knock echoed from downstairs-"Ethan, dear, Mrs. Belmont is here to see you"-I steeled myself. Her voice, not yet broken by grief, sounded like a death knell for their future. This time, I' d write a different ending.

Family Gold digging Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn

Chapter 10

06-21 14:31

Introduction

The pain was a memory, sharp and final, then nothing.

Now, air filled my lungs in a gasping shock, and I was back in my old, small bedroom.

Sunlight, the same damn sunlight from that cursed morning, streamed through the window, my paramedic uniform folded on the chair.

I was plunged back into the day Victoria Belmont, the woman I married, first entered my life.

In my previous existence, she and her lover, Dylan Vance, had revealed it was all a lie: she claimed she was never sick, that my family's "Healing Aura" was a sham, and that my mother and I conspired to fake her illness to trap her in marriage.

They tortured me until I was nothing, then left me to die in a desolate wasteland.

The aftermath ripped through my innocent family: my dad' s hardware store bankrupted, my kind mother, Maria, driven to madness.

I learned too late that Sarah Miller, a quiet librarian, was my true savior, not the manipulative Belmonts.

The raw agony of betrayal, the humiliation, the sheer injustice of my family's ruin-it was a horror that had followed me even into death. How could I have been so utterly blind to the monsters masked by wealth and charm?

But now, I was whole.

I was back. And when the familiar knock echoed from downstairs-"Ethan, dear, Mrs. Belmont is here to see you"-I steeled myself.

Her voice, not yet broken by grief, sounded like a death knell for their future. This time, I' d write a different ending.