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Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé

Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 752    |    Released on: 26/05/2026

ve killed us

t through the fog of pain and the lingering, pervasive s

ered against her skull. A burning pain seared her ribs with every shallow bre

familiar, weary contempt. Harrison. Her fiancé. "About totaling a quar

crunch of metal. Brianna's face-that falsely worried expression-seconds after she

eyes sna

ing. Her gaze landed on the

2th. Ten

ptiness, the final surrender. Yet she was here, on t

when I'm tal

It was a grip she knew all too well-the prelude to a reprimand, to

erself to tu

e had spent years trying to please was twisted with disgust. The love she had once felt

sn't it?" he sneered, tightening his grip. "That's what this is all abou

me struck like

apologized for an accident that wasn't her fault, beggi

r ag

uiescence. "Chloe, this childish

apped. She wrenched her

illed t

ed with his cheek in a sharp crack

d flying to his face. His ey

was a hoarse, rasping whis

done, H

. "Do you have any idea what y

r." Her gaze was as flat as a

dangerously low. "Do you know what ending t

f my co

stepped closer. "You'

. "That's none of y

shook his head. "She said you'd completely lose i

d sweetly as she handed her the keys. "Thank her for

"What are you

he FDR. That rainy night. Do you

confusion, but alarm. "You cras

oe cut him off. "You know that. And you

retched be

anna?" His voice was

," Chloe said. "But don't

d at her as if seeing a stranger

et this," he

." Chloe's voice was terrify

d himself speechless before this woman. Not because she was hysterical, but

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Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé
Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé
“Chloe Sinclair woke up to the relentless smell of antiseptic and the furious voice of her fiancé, Harrison. She had just crashed his quarter-million-dollar car on the highway. But brutal memory slammed into her-the crash wasn't an accident. Brianna, Harrison's supposed best friend, had handed her the keys knowing perfectly well the brake lines were cut. In her previous life, Chloe had cried and apologized pathetically from this very hospital bed. She had begged Harrison to believe she didn't do it on purpose. Instead, he looked at her with utter disgust, tightening his suffocating control while openly flaunting his affair with Brianna. Chloe had endured a decade of humiliation, watching her powerful family wither away under Harrison's machinations. She was drained of her wealth, locked in a miserable marriage, and eventually died a broken, forgotten woman. Until her last breath, she hadn't understood. She had sacrificed her dignity and dedicated her entire life to loving him. Why did her desperate devotion only earn his casual cruelty? Why did the people she trusted most want her dead so badly? Opening her eyes again, she stared at the digital clock on the wall. It was October 12th, ten years ago. The exact day her nightmare began. A core of steel formed in the wreckage of her past self. When Harrison grabbed her wrist to lecture her, Chloe wrenched her arm free and slapped him hard across the face. "We're done, Harrison."”