Rebirth Noble Miss Return

Chapter 1

When I opened the door, I saw my husband having sex with my stepsister. What the heck? My whole body trembled. I wanted to charge at them and curse them both, but I couldn't-because I was pregnant.

"Ohhh, sis, here you are," Jaine, my stepsister, said with a smile.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked my husband, tears welling in my eyes.

"Wait, let me explain-"

He reached out to hold my hand, but I pulled away.

"Don't bother explaining, Xander. Hey, sis, don't you know? This isn't even the first time we've done this," Jaine sneered.

I shook with rage, unable to hold back anymore-I slapped her across the face.

"What the heck, b*tch?!" she screamed, about to lunge at me, but Xander held her back.

I looked at him, my eyes filled with pain.

"Why? Why?" I choked out.

"Because I don't love you, okay?" he said coldly. "I only stayed with you because of that child that isn't even mine. And, of course, because of your wealth and company. But now that everything is settled, I'll file for divorce."

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Don't you get it?" Jaine smirked. "You're so stupid-so confident in your life and your man. But did you really think he was the one you were with that night?"

My world shattered in an instant. All this time, I was the only one who didn't know. They had made a fool out of me. I loved him, yet... he wasn't even the man I spent that night with?

I dropped to my knees, gripping my face in despair. Who? Who was the man that night? Who is the father of my unborn child? A storm of questions raged in my mind.

"Oh, and you know what?" Jaine leaned in and whispered, "I was the one who put the aphrodisiac in your drink that night-to make sure you ended up in the wrong room. And from what I heard, the owner of that room was Mr. Lopez. Rumor has it, he's fat, ugly, and has millions of mistresses. Hahaha."

What? My eyes burned with fury as I glared at her. Mr. Lopez? No one had ever seen his face, but they said he was a millionaire and a powerful business tycoon. Yet, according to Jaine, that was just a rumor...

"Oh, by the way, sis, here-for you."

Jaine handed me an envelope. I opened it and read the documents inside. What? A company transfer agreement... and divorce papers?!

I stood up abruptly.

"Huh. Even if I die, I will never sign this."

"Sign it... or else," Xander demanded.

"Or else what?" I challenged.

He turned on a flat-screen TV, and my heart stopped at the sight. No! It was my brother-tied up, unconscious.

"What did you do to him?!" I screamed.

"Sign it, or I'll kill him."

Jaine shoved a pen into my hand. I had no choice. With shaking fingers, I signed the papers.

"Now let him go, please," I begged.

Xander smirked. "It's too late, darling."

BANG!

A gunshot echoed in the room. My blood ran cold as I turned to see my brother collapse to the ground, lifeless.

"No..." My voice broke. My whole body trembled as tears streamed down my face.

"And now, it's your turn," Jaine sneered, "along with your bastard unborn child."

She kicked me hard in the stomach. Agony ripped through me as I clutched my belly, feeling the warm, wet sensation of blood seeping through my clothes.

"Please... save my child," I gasped.

Jaine grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

"Oh, and by the way, thanks to your soft-hearted nature, my mother and I had no trouble getting rid of yours."

What? They... killed my mother?

I trusted them. I loved them. Yet, the man I devoted my life to and the sister I cherished had betrayed me. They cheated on me, killed my mother and brother... This is all my fault.

Sobs wracked my body as I collapsed in despair.

Gasoline soaked the floor around me.

"Goodbye and farewell."

They smirked as they dropped a lighter. Flames erupted, quickly consuming the room.

Weak. I was too weak. Blood loss was draining my strength. I struggled to crawl, but the fire grew hotter, surrounding me.

Then... through the smoke, I saw a blurred figure. Someone was there-watching me with concern.

A scar ran across his arm, exposed where his torn tuxedo sleeve had ripped.

My vision blurred further. I couldn't hold on any longer.