Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 5

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 15/05/2026

, usually bustling with the c

st. She had a smudge of flour on her cheek and was kneading a ball of dough with

er back. He was murmuring instructions, his lips close to her ear. It was an act of such

oorway, the sight turn

ared he

part like gui

ter! Good morning! I was just making you some of my organic, gluten-free scon

eadable. "Jasmin is exploring culinary therapy for her PT

so insulting, it wa

smin's outstretched hand. She smiled, a tight, pa

cloyingly sweet, a saccharine coati

ur from Jasmin's cheek, a gesture of faux intimacy that made Jasmin flinch in surpri

inless-steel trash can by the door, she let the half-eaten scone an

in the room. She felt Damon's eyes on her, hi

She grabbed her purse and was out the door

ice. It was a discreet private

mily friend, a man she trusted. H

ed with concern. "But I have to advise you, these emergency pill

. "I know, Julian. But I cannot get preg

. He sighed, took out his prescription pad, and wrote

t there, swallowing it down with a small cup of water. It felt less like taking medic

a press conference about a new urban renewal project. He was powerful, charismatic, the master of hi

zzed. A text

home early. Jasmin wants to plant some flowers in

st. It was a test

ssage, her thumb hov

cou

et of pills into a hidden zippered compartment in

arview mirror. The haunted look was gon

time to see what new performanc

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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.”