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Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Author: Emma
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1207    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

in pen hovered over t

separated Cordelia Hamilton f

iliar. A phantom pain, sharp and cold, shot through her chest, a memory of steel sliding between h

before she could stop it, that tore throu

sive black ink overturned, bleeding across the crisp white paper. It spread lik

ia Ham

t remember, muttered under his breath. He looked at her with pure

a physical force, cold and heavy. It landed

stop the

ngry. It was nothing. A flat, dead thi

hought this was

room ten minutes ago. A woman who would burn down her own l

k. The chilling smile of her stepsister, Annalise. The loss. Oh, God, the loss of her son, Case. T

e, making a scene, to force Chandler into paying Chace's $300 mil

't breaking. I

egs trembling. The long mahogany table felt like a canyon between them. She started to

fted, ready to

sive wave of his hand stopped the other man. He wanted to see t

s eyes fixed on the ink-stained document. She could smell the f

r voice cracking. "Don't do t

y, but a weary, cynical amusement-crossed his face.

Cordelia," he said, his voice

v

e her soul used to be. No. Not ag

oat. She reached past him, her hand shaking, and snatche

ut, before Chandler could m

ag

ag

in the quiet room. White scraps fluttered to

s jaw was o

dilating in shock. This was new. Thi

hreat, a negotiation tactic. She had to do something the old

d to s

ved. She lunged forward, her fingers tan

sk of disbelief. She rose on her toes, clum

and sorrow, of chapped lips and the desperate, trembling force of a woman who had come back from the dead. It was no

ud of her heart against his chest. He c

creamed one wo

nt through him. He s

ug. She nearly fell, catching herself on the edge of the desk. Th

at for a terrifying second, it hadn't felt like a performance. The despair was too raw, the terror in her heartbeat too real. This must be her new masterpiece, he thought, a thr

put the world back in its place. His composure

to the stunned lawyer, not loo

er his papers, stuffing them into his br

two of them alone in the wreckage. The air was

out a single backward glance. Hi

you're playing, it won't work. I'll give you one we

. A sob. A threat. T

that was more unsettling than any outburs

he scattered pieces of her broken marri

we

to undo a lifet

And her new life, a life of venge

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Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband
Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband
“The tip of my fountain pen hovered over the divorce agreement. Across the mahogany desk, my billionaire husband, Chandler, looked at me with cold, dead eyes, waiting for me to sign my life away. What he didn't know was that a phantom pain was still tearing through my chest-the memory of cold steel sliding between my ribs. In my previous life, I foolishly signed these papers, burning down my marriage for my lover, Chace, and my sweet stepsister, Annalise. Only to be left to bleed to death in a dark alley while they laughed, planning to steal my son and Chandler's fortune. Reborn at the exact moment of my ruin, I tore the divorce agreement to shreds. I desperately tried to make amends, even joining a reality show with my traumatized six-year-old son to prove I had changed. But Chace and Annalise wouldn't let me go. Seeing my public redemption, they panicked and released a hyper-realistic deepfake sex tape of me and Chace. They demanded $300 million from Chandler, framing my newfound love for my family as an elaborate, sickening long con. Chandler burst into the house, throwing the blackmail papers at my feet. His eyes were filled with broken agony and absolute disgust, fully believing that my tears, my apologies to our son, and my desperate kisses were all just a performance for money. He thought I was the exact same monster who had destroyed him once before. The old me would have screamed, cried, and played right into their hands. Instead, I calmly stepped forward, gently smoothed the collar of his suit jacket, and looked into his tortured eyes. "I'm not going to explain the video, or the money." "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness." "I am asking you for one thing, Chandler." "You have to trust me."”