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Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback

Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 851    |    Released on: 28/04/2026

the only thing

fe. Adelina Bell stared at the ceiling, at a water stain that look

e IV bag with practiced efficiency, her eyes full of the kind of pity that doesn't really see you.

hut, and the silen

a film on top and a single piece of paper, crumpled from a thousand desperate readings. The

for the paper. The texture was soft, wor

the hallway

of something hot and impossi

n her elbows, a pathetic, weak

asn'

that seemed to absorb the weak light of the room. His face was all sharp angles and sha

m, lingering for a second on the empty visitor's chair

austion etched around his eyes. A deep, profound pain that mirrored her own, but for

es grinding together. "I'm Dr. Doug

. The woman who had taken her fiancé, Garret. The

a manila envelope. He held it with a kind of r

should know," he said, his

r legs. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the clasp.

t the top wasn

Garre

her ears. "Garret Stein's sperm viability is zero. It

itor seemed to fade into a dull hum. She couldn't fo

e even colder, devoid of any emotion. "T

as her fist clenched, the sound

adoptive parents' disappointed glances. Garret's cold withdrawal. Be

uilt from a single lie. And she w

It was for the life that had been stolen from her. The anger was a physical

her hand out and grabbed his wrist. Her grip was so tig

n whisper. "Why... why are

at worked. "Because I just found out myself," he said, and for the fir

monitor

steady rhythm shattered int

ping. But her mind was clearer than it had ever been. She stared at Douglass Ward's fa

had one mo

beeping gave way to a

the screen

wallowed e

iant, searing fla

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Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback
Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback
“I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company. Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file. He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his. When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren. I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house. I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me. My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie. The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know? Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets? As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance. I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name. The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019-the exact day they forced me to give up Garret. This time, I didn't cry or beg. "You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption." Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward-the stranger from the hospital room.”