Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 6

Word Count: 714 | Released on: 15/05/2026

f damp earth and blooming roses. The sound of whispered laught

rge fern, its fronds cool

ere th

e of the guest rooms. Jasmin's sundress strap had fallen off her shoulde

rofound, weary sense of disgust. It was like wat

can. It clattered against the stone floor, the

of Jasmin's body lotion. He looked at her, his eyes blazi

ull up her dress, huddling into Da

amon demanded as he got to hi

look. "This is my home, Damo

r, please don't misunderstand! A bee stung me on the shoulder

d to cringe. But he held his ground, his arm protectively around Jas

cking out bee venom from her c

her voice devoid of all emotion. "There are a lot of in

e didn't run. She didn't look back. She simply le

ner of a coffee shop in SoHo. Across the smal

his is the petition for divorce. All it needs is y

r own. Her friend's hand was warm and steady. "Are

t of the delivery room. She thought of his co

r the signature line. For a split second, she saw the ghost of the woman she used to be,

oman w

re," sh

ack and final. A feeling of immense

petition on grounds of irreconcilable differences, citing adultery and extreme men

eys. When they arrived, she pushed one toward Ki

he whiskey in one go. The burn in her throat was cle

ture from Damon. A close-up of Jasmin's wri

ad: Look wh

o, a cold smile touching h

re to comp

a's gaze, her own eyes harder and

ar has

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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.”