Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance

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The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered. Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone. Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed. "Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture." David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father. I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts. I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes. "She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot." The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious. My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal. Then, I gasped. The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy. Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago. "Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce." The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband. I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth. Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140]. I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different.

Gold digging Betrayal Revenge Divorce Rebirth/Reborn

Chapter 10

11-04 02:07

Introduction

The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered.

Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone.

Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed.

"Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture."

David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father.

I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts.

I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes.

"She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot."

The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious.

My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal.

Then, I gasped.

The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy.

Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago.

"Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce."

The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband.

I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth.

Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140].

I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different.