Reborn: After 99 Divorces

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 27/01/2026

hitting Elaina right in the eyes. She woke up insta

mpty. The pillow was on th

rched into the massive walk-in clo

a horro

had "helped" her shop, telling her that the Boone family loved bold, artistic statements. She

ed like a clown

opard print jumpsuit with rhinestones. She ri

on pink t

lamé

et bare of the atrocities. By the time she was done, a mount

had hidden her old clothes-the ones f

and a crisp, white button-down shirt. She put

esidue of the heavy night creams Amanda had insisted she use. Her s

k into a high, severe ponytail, exp

ike a rich man's toy anymore. She looked li

A maid peeked in, hol

Then she looked at Elaina, her eyes widening. She clea

pile. Her voice was cool and authoritative. "Don

ne." The maid sc

, her hand gliding over the mahogany banister. The portraits of

ed the di

of the table, a newspaper spre

ro's right, leaning in close, laughing at something on her phone.

d on the marble floor

o look

er, his gaze traveling from the white shirt to the jeans to the ponytail. He looked con

plastered on her face

ed at Elaina's outfit, then at her fa

ast Amanda. She walked past the empty

e table-the seat opposite Co

r out. The sound scraped

her legs. She laced her fi

ce was calm, devoid of the desperate

in the room

at her with an intensity that made her skin p

ina, you look... different. Are you feeling okay? That

ding Amanda's gaze. "I decided

ed as if she'

butler standing by the sideb

o had always ignored her, snapped to

atching her. His dark eyes were narrowed, cal

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“I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.”