Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 897 | Released on: 23/04/2026

ras were

the air. Cordelia sat opposite Case, a plate of untouched pancakes between them. The silence w

closer to her side of the table. It was a small, quiet gesture, but Forrest's c

about to thank him,

ile on her face and a beautifully wrapped gift in her hands. She wa

forward and enveloped Cordelia in a stiff, air-kiss embrace. "I was so worried about you, all a

incerity. Then she placed the gift on the table. "Just a li

unwrap it herself. It was a la

n a perfect pantomime of shock. "Oh, dear! Si

laughing, wrapped in the arms of Chace Mack on a sailboa

r time, I suppose," Annalise said, h

d for prime time. Every camera lens in the room swung to Cordelia, waiting for the explosion. The o

ression unreadable. Then she slowly lifted her

ll, serene smile that

bum, her fingers tracing the edge of the photograph. "You're right. It's

, she turned slightly, so both she

r and steady, "was a significant part of my past

ession softening. "And he is the reason I alm

how this was supposed to go. Cordelia had taken h

n the air, whispering "Yes!" to her

re was no anger, no hysteria. Just a profound, wear

ment that would

intelligent eyes, reached across the table. His small hand, fragile a

he had willingly touch

nt a jolt through Cordelia. Tears pricked her eyes, hot a

d over a photo of the man who had nearly

like she had s

t of humiliation into a narrative of redemption. She'd even coached Case to play his part perfectly. But when he saw his son's small hand reach for h

t, Annalise found a quiet corner an

n I thought. We n

to the powder room, sent a

arity foundation. Every dollar.

r next segment," she announced with a bright smile, "we have a special gues

went cold. She lo

hone in her stepsister's eyes.

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Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Emma Romance

“The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away. What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest-the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs. In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise. Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune. Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed. But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace. They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con. Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet. His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money. He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before. The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands. Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes. "I'm not going to explain the video, or the money." "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness." "I am asking you for one thing, Chandler." "You have to trust me."”