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Reborn: The Son She Couldn't Break

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 573    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

hloe looking at a flyer f

I remembered from my first life, right be

d, sitting next to he

to hide it. "Just... a way to get n

an influencer, or better yet, catching the eye of some rich

bank might introduce me to his nephew. He's

as forty, twice divorce

. "Look at that old ap

ncient, gnarled, but still

reach. Anyone can grab them. But a lot of them are bruised, or wormy,

ed, not g

ey're way up there. You can't just reach out and grab them. You need to learn

s, you can pick the best ones for yourself. You're not just taking whatever fal

bruised apple, Chloe? Or do you want to learn how to

a long time, just

sh. I'd pla

loe came to me,

ram at the community college? The one for graphic

st. In the first life, she'd scoffed at

aphic design is a real skill. You

a heard, s

gh the small house. "What a waste! You have a pretty face, Chloe! You shou

tood her ground. "I

fail, just like your brother is failing me! Ungrateful

to her room, s

ide with a mixture of fear and

lly angry," C

ng control," I said. "But this

e apples, Ethan. I want

ust maybe, I could

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“I woke up gasping, sunlight stabbing my eyes. My old room, posters of bands from twenty years ago still on the wall. My hands were smooth and young. I was seventeen again, a high school senior, and the State University scholarship was arriving today. In my first life, this was the pivotal moment, the day it all went wrong. My mother, Brenda, a human boa constrictor, would begin her "episodes." She'd clutch her chest, wail about her weak heart, demanding I stay. Her "love" was a saccharine poison, justifying every dream she crushed. I gave up my scholarship, my military aspirations, and even Olivia, the love of my life, all for her. My youth curdled into a bitter, joyless middle age. I worked dead-end jobs, a ghost haunted by what-ifs. Brenda sneered, calling me a "disappointment," a "failure," despite my sacrifices. At 35, my heart physically failed, but I knew it was despair that truly killed me. The searing injustice of it – a life stolen by a mother who saw me only as a possession, a slave to her manufactured frailty. Why had I let her weaponize her 'love' and destroy me? To what twisted end had I sacrificed everything for someone who thanked me with contempt? But now, I am seventeen again, all the painful knowledge of the past a burning weapon. The scholarship letter is in the mail. This time, things will be different. I will not let her break me, and I will save my younger sister, Chloe, too. I am alive, and this time, I am going to fight.”
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