Reborn: After 99 Divorces

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 756 | Released on: 27/01/2026

aling Cordero's departure. The vi

oom. The spilled coffee on the tablec

e Amanda had fled. She saw Amanda's car pe

vive this. She would spin a story-stress, a misunderstanding, a pre

verage. And she

mbination-Cordero hadn't changed it from the default factory setting yet. 0-0-0-0. He didn

ocuments. She ignored the cash. Taking

. It wasn't a Boone heirloom. It was the one gift her biological mother had lef

convinced her to trade it for

cketed th

n't use the family driver.

rict. The man behind the counter, a guy with thick glasse

nted, barely looking at t

85. The center stone is a 2.5-carat cushion cut, VVS1 clarity, color E. The setting a

up, adjusting his glasses.

d and fifty thousand," he

I walk to the guy next door who kn

again, but he op

d closer. The faint, tarnished inscription was almost unreadable, but she recognized the elegant script: 'To Arthur, Love Mary, 1965'. Grandpa Boone's name was Arthur. His late wife was Mary. She remembered his stories about a lost pen, a tre

ok on Hamburg's corporate etiquette. She knew Cordero's company was merging with a Hamburg

ffee shop, coun

. A text from an

nd Amanda, taken from a distance. They were

er living with a psy

f Cordero's office building. Amanda had ambushed him. And looking closely

leted the

y," she

was in three days. Mrs. Boone's 60th bi

hat was too tight and too short. Amanda had

going to war. And

ng to gift Mrs. Boone a "handmade" gown. Sh

. A cold, pre

where that dress

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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.”