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Reborn: After 99 Divorces

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 815 | Released on: 27/01/2026

sound was the clinking of silver against china a

too loud. She needed to regain control.

ne tradition alive," Amanda chirped. She signaled to a maid. "I had t

late of small, intricate pastries an

e reached for a glass and slid it across the po

lass. The bubbles rose

jà

se Amanda. Twenty minutes later, she had become hysterical, crying and laughing uncontrollably at the tabl

It was a cocktail

She looked at Amanda. "I'm not

adition! Don't be a spoilsport. Cordero hates

nda. He was still watching

ched into the sleeve of her cardigan. "I have... I have some vitamin

a was trying to retrieve the second pa

mall, amber plastic bott

e with a loud t

inning past the floral centerpiece, and came to

sto

forward, trying to grab it

t out and clamped over the bott

a asked. Her voice w

stammered. Her face was drain

under Elaina's hand. He loo

he bottle. There was no label. "Funny. Calcium pil

ap. "Should we put one in the champagne? I

st her chair tipped over backward with a

id and menacing. He reached out and pl

to the light.

terrifyingly quiet. "We found this on a guest at th

Amanda. It was colde

al narcotics at my bre

rventilating. "Someone must have

ck coffee. It was bitter and

ns," Elaina mused aloud. "In

glass of champagne in front of Elaina. The realization hit him.

idn't explode. That

he bottle in

" he said

ro, pl

t of my

ated venom at Elaina. She grabbed her purse and ran out o

the champagne glass. He picked it up and pour

his eyes-he wasn't ready for that. But the disgust

to the offi

d and wa

ee cup down. Her hand was trembling sli

on the fi

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“I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.”