Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 835 | Released on: 15/05/2026

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made her stomach churn. He moved through the room with a heavy, deliberate tread, shedding his clothes. He went into the bathroom, and she hear

rom his hair onto the expensive rug. He didn't bother with his side of th

vulsion washed over her, so strong it was a physical force. This was the body that had

ry gesture, devoid of any affection. It wa

a child," he said

were a dea

bbed his wrist, her nails digging

er wrist like a manacle. "The prenuptial agreement. Clause eight. My controlling

were discussing

erms when you married me. You're a member

There was nothing. Only a cold, calculating stranger. In her first life, she had been so desperate for his lov

ool she

?" she asked, h

ceiling. "Then the agreement is void. Your shares, your settlement,

n who knew he held all the cards. He didn't want a child with h

d herself into a sitting position, t

a final, desperate test. "D

hat the only sound in the room was the ticking of the antique cloc

"Love is irrelevant. We're partners

a sob. It was a laugh. A hollow, brittle th

pulling her back down against the pillows, his body

a corpse in his arms. This was what h

osed her eyes, a single tear escaping a

touch hers, she spoke, her voic

breath hot ag

h. For my health. She has me on a regimen of Chinese herbs to... regulate my sys

th frustration. He was breathing heavily, th

ched his pillow from the bed and threw it with

t me the doctor's report t

he room, slamming t

ock of his proximity. Her hand crept to the drawer of her nights

traceptive. Her s

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Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

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“I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined. Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors. "The child is the priority." He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire. While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin. In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered. I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly. My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed. Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction. Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution? But then, my eyes snapped open. I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death. From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time. This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice. I didn't cry or throw a fit. Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.”