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Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

t. Cordelia stood in the hallway, the silence of the grand estate

o start. The deepest, most

a

oss a mile of marble floors. In her past life, she had treated him like an inconvenience, an accessory to a life she was too

or and stopped. It

man who had been with the Hamiltons for twenty years, her loyalty to Chandle

said. The title was

Cordelia said, her voice

ton instructed that Master C

wall around their son, protecting him from her. The entire es

. She would have demanded, threatene

d Cordelia

he repeated, her voice bare

tle Bell. The housekeeper's eyes narrowed, a flicker of

just enough to peek throu

r hear

rnoon light. He was six years old, but he looked smaller. He was clutching a worn

er fault.

ked Bell in the eye. "Please," she said, the word tasting f

llway, stunned. It was the first time in five years the housekee

en't enough. Words were meaningless. She needed a stage. She needed irrefutable pro

one and dialed her pu

that scene at the lawyer's of

e steady and clear. "Get me on th

e? You've refused that reality show a dozen times. The public hates you ri

I have to do it. It's the only way to show

nsane Hail Mary. A 24-hour, unblinking

added, her stomach twisting into a kno

ied of his own shadow. And Chandler would never, e

o me," Cordelia s

s time, Bell was there, but she simply watched

her, his small body flinched, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement that felt like a

heart aching. She sank to her knees, m

er tears. He'd seen them too many

en. "I know I haven't been a good mothe

nd wary. He'd heard this before, too. The apolo

he explained, her voice trembling slightly. "It would mean cameras... people watching us. But it would also

power. The choice. Some

de him. He was silent for a long, long time. She saw something in his eyes she'd never noticed before.

lf-pitying sadness he was used to. It was

re?" he asked, his voice

t know, sweetheart," she answ

d from her face to the tablet and back again. Fi

he whi

r, so powerful it made her dizzy. She fought the overwhelming urg

ve him a small, wate

oor, dutifully reporting the day's events: Mrs. Hamilton's

unreadable, dismissing it all as

s office and saw the e

ine was a pun

ase Hamilton to join 'T

broken family for public sympathy and media attention. It was

ase to agree? The boy coul

atened him. Bribed

ttled in his gut. He pictured Case's terrified eyes, the way he practically became mute around strange

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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."”