Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

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ick with tension. In the living room, Cordelia sat under a single lamp, reviewing

idn't hear Chandler come

, a habit when he couldn't sleep. As he passed the

notification. It was there fo

age fr

illed a glass with water, his mind racing. When he walked back, he saw her pick up the phone. Her expression didn't change.

she was be

e in the Hamptons? She knew they were traps, designed to be discovered. She'd been giving short, noncommittal replie

e real trap had al

. He sat in the dark for a long moment, then opened his laptop

access

imself it was to protect the family, to track her spending, to make sure she wasn't doing anything that would harm Case. The soft

ils. His gut told him the real conversation wasn't happening there. He found what he was l

slow, heavy drum against

d. A conversation bet

d turned

y it? Does he s

lan is working. He's too pro

ia. When can I expec

ver. Everyone will be watching my "redemption

, his knuckles white as he gripped th

y Chace and Annalise, who knew he might be watching. The

er didn't

he apology to their son, the defiant stand against her sister-it was all an

shed over him. He had almost, for a fleeting moment

d walked out of the office and up the stairs. He stopped outside

bed and watch her perfect, serene mask crumble.

e sto

ady being set up downstairs. He thought

too quick. He wanted to watch her build her new empire of lies. He w

the very top, just so he cou

or and returned to his own room, wh

sharp woman named Kenna Weaver, and the lead cameraman, Forrest Wright, greete

in a flawless charcoal suit. He walked past th

s voice a venomous whi

" he said, his breath cold agai

r flinch. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Sh

been a confused, hurting husband

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Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

Emma Romance

“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."”