Reborn: The Lethal Ex-Wife's Bloody Return

tastes bitter with t

domain. The rain poured down heavily, and I watched as the taillights of a black SUV completely melted

y wife, Iz, but

daughter of the Falcone family's strategist, Seraphina Ricci. And I, I chose exile. With

faint, trembling sob suddenly

can, drenched and chilled by th

om

e. At that moment, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces, yet it suddenly

A dilapidated

ocating smell of decay and impending death. Angelo lay on a stained mattress, his small chest rising and falling in ragged, w

I pleaded, bringing a cup of warm

e eyes, blazing from the high fe

I let out a desperate groan and ripped off the bracelet symbolizing my chains, hurling it fiercely into the corner. Extreme pain and sorrow transformed into a sacrificial resolve. Withou

, pressing the warm crimson leaking from my fingertips against

blood slid down his chin, in vain. I collapsed onto his frail

's per

olden light over the modern art in my top-floor apartment and illuminat

a crystal champagne glass. She wore my ring, bore my surname, and the silk robe she wore had sl

abella's exile strengthened my alliance with the Falcone family, making my power invincible. But S

om my pocket and diale

t-belt town in Indiana. Go there,

ordering dinner. I casually scooped up my new queen in my arms, unaware

a's Per

was heavier than the ragi

ly slowed. He stirred slightly. In the shadows of the red neon l

ure smile-it was his last trace of reliance and love for this world, and for me. Then

of his breathing

ike a bloody knife tearing through my vo

fening roar in my ears. I did not scream. That grief was too profound, too absolute, already beyond the limits of words a

ernal. It is the vow I carved with blood, t

for