After Divorce I Owned Three Billionaires Complete Short Drama

Brock Wells once told me I was his only wife.

Later, I died in childbirth, my blood staining the sheets beneath me, along with the life of my unborn child.

"It's okay for her to die. After all, what right does she have to give birth to Brock's child?"

When I woke up again, I was back in Mogon.

I was reborn.

Staring at the endless expanse of sand, I swore.

In this life, I would make Brock pay with his life.

1.

"Lise? You're awake?"

I opened my eyes to see Thea Barrett, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat, panting slightly.

I turned to look at my younger brother, who had died in my previous life, utterly stunned. "What year is it now?"

"Lise, what are you talking about? It's 3 BC."

I clutched the blanket tightly, struggling to accept the truth. I was reborn.

In 3 BC, the war between Plains and Mogon had been raging for a year and a half.

My parents had been lost to the ravages of war.

At this point in time, I had yet to meet Brock.

Brock...

I turned my head away, fighting back tears.

Back then, I had been pregnant and had no choice but to follow Brock back to Plains.

In recognition of Brock's military achievements, the king bestowed upon him a marriage decree.

"Lise, I cannot refuse the king's decree."

I was bullied by Tatiana Glyn in Brock's home.

After Brock entered Plains, he launched a massive attack on Mogon without hesitation.

In the end, I ended up dying of depression, and my kid died in the womb.

I must take revenge!

2.

Thea's chatter faded into the background as I stared blankly out the window, lost in my thoughts.

The night before I followed Brock to Plains, Thea died.

My only concern in Mogon was gone just like that.

He had managed to get his hands on a roasted goose and snuck out of the military camp late at night to bring it home to me, only to be intercepted halfway by Brock's men.

He slowly lost his life in the quicksand he knew best.

I closed my eyes slowly, the anger and hatred buried deep within me threatening to spill over.

"I'm fine now, aren't I? How are things in the camp?" I cleared my throat, my voice still hoarse.

Thea helped me sit up and turned away to pour water.

"Same as always. Nothing much. Well... but recently, a young general arrived. I think his name is Nolan... wait... Nolan Yates. That's it! He's incredibly brave and skilled in battle. Under his leadership, the soldiers' morale has soared, and the enemy is retreating on all fronts."

I took the water pouch he handed me and frowned slightly.

Why didn't I have any impression of this person in my previous life?

"Go back now. It'll be troublesome if you stay too late." I spoke softly, asking no further questions.

After Thea left, I struggled to get out of bed.

Looking around at the familiar surroundings, my eyes stung with unshed tears.

3.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?"

That voice... I snapped back to reality, the despair in my eyes replaced by hatred.

I knew that voice all too well.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

It felt as though a hand had gripped my heart tightly, making it hard to breathe.

I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on the dagger on the cutting board.