Reborn: A Husband's Vengeful Love

he white coat

er nails were manicured, and the expensive leather handbag slung over her shoulder screamed of a life David couldn't even imagine. He looked d

ughing. Their world was bright and clean. His was

a step

ar

, but it cut throug

cognition of a wife seeing her husband. It was the horrified stare of someone seeing a ghost. Her eyes flickered from Davi

osed face crumbled, revealing the raw embarrassment underneath. She looked

of his mother' s name, a name he hadn't heard spoken aloud in years, re

small and hoarse. He lifted

ent gesture, a child r

at her. She took a half-step back, her exp

he hissed, her voice lo

age inside him surge, a hot, protective fire for his son. How could she?

some face a mixture of confusion and condescens

at' s going on? Who

last shred of hope that this was all a misunders

eir pace, their curiosity piqued. Sarah saw the attention they were drawing and her panic intensified.

nto her face. It didn't reach her e

rom my old town. David, what a surprise." She walked toward David, her movements stiff. "Y

order. A desperate attempt to move

r, then at Mark, who was now looking at

his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "You

his arm, her manicured nails digging into

k held the door open, his expression unreadable but clearly displeased. The lobby was even gr

directly into a sprawling apartment that looked like it was torn from the pages of a magazine.

that should have bought medicine for his so

and finally dropping the pretense. Her face was a sto

ice dripping with condescension. "Sarah, perh

g ownership in the other man' s gaze. This wasn't just a partner,

said, his voice dangero

Mark's eyes, quickly masked. He look

n't a question. It was an accusation. "In her dece

uxurious prison. The air crackled with it. The battle