Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback

Chapter 2

Word Count: 705 | Released on: 28/04/2026

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deep, ragged gasp, like a drow

es fle

n ceiling, the one in her childhood bedroom, with the faint

heart hammered against her r

ds she hadn't thought about in years. Her desk was cluttered with t

the date, the numb

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it all w

ed out of bed, her legs unsteady, and stumble

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essed her fingers against her chee

n't a

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ass. Marlene. Her adoptive mother. A voice she

ose to meet it. The memory of a sterile hospital room. The unending beep

er nails digging into her palms. T

would be

pened her bedroom door, a

n his worn armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a cloud of smoke obscuring his face. Mar

crossed, stirring a cu

m step. A sweet, cloying smile spread across

first life, she had thought it was sympathy.

. "We need to talk. About

tion that had been the st

voice sharp and final. "With Garret's

rness coating her tongue. Tears? Screaming? She had done that last time, and it had led to a sterile hospital room and an unending beep. No. Not again. This tim

oice quiet but perfectly

nged a look of surprise, of relief. They had expected

e. "Elena Ward's stepson is looking for someone. A

single, powerful thud

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e of self-control. "I'll do it,"

savor their victory for

ave cond

bsolute. Three pairs of eyes stared at he

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“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.”