Reborn: The Lethal Ex-Wife's Bloody Return

Chapter 4

Word Count: 824 | Released on: 23/04/2026

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clothes, her hands still trembling, gently wi

convoy, a sharp, mocking voi

a tragedy, M

and-new, crisp wool coat, her gaze sweeping over my muddy clothes as she wrinkled her nose in disgust. She

t a heavy price to pay for a discarded wife. We've prepared a spot in the middle of th

ruel and victorious smile, waiting

t past her, the boots crunching on the gravel. I bypassed the ordinary car and headed straight for

ran forward, pulling ope

down half the dark window.Kara stood stiffly in the dust, her ori

r, my voice devoid of wa

officially declared your marriage null and void! You no longer

be gods hold no meaning for a woman who has already witnessed the end of the w

gray highway. When the grand iron gate of Moretti Man

came to a s

he entrance. I immediately recognized the man leaning on t

ous life, the Damians did not come today to take Ange 洛;

and got out, immediately sh

iff manner. "Miss Moretti. I am here on behalf of Fathe

mous hatred. "Damian is a beast who would treat his own flesh and blood as pok

d. "This is for Angelo's future, m

sure. I stared directly into Leo's eyes, directly into his blind loyalty that would ultimately destroy himself. "Go te

gun holster on the inside of his suit. "Miss Isabe

wered my voice and tossed out a truth she couldn't understand at this moment. "Soon, she will need a loyal person to handle some ex

im, one he himself had never been aware of. Without the mentor giving the

his eyes fixed on me,

y gripped Angelo's hand and stepped over the massive iron gate of my grandfather's estate. I w

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“I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago. But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime. "Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore." That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash. Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me. Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia. I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live. But my little boy died in my arms. Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood. The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest. I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room. Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing. This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.”