Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

Author: Yi Mo

Chapter 1

Word Count: 741 | Released on: 18/05/2026

ving oxygen tube that Clara finally realized the truth: Cade-the rough, older military

om, that same ungrateful nephew was standin

air. Her lungs felt like they were stuffed with crushed glass. The doc

his breath reeking

dripping with absolute malice. "You bought my father a house. You bought me a car. My grandmother convin

day you lie here breathing is just you burning through my money

ic valve connecting her

a doctor, but her fingers were nothing but heavy, useless bone and

, you stupid old

ve. The hiss of o

. She was drowning on dry land. A single, agonizin

he regretted in this

think of her bloodsucking family. Her mind fla

his dark skin, hated that he was seven years her senior, and loathed the fact that he came with a young

ry single cent of his military life insurance. "I leave it all to Clara. I am sorry for wasting your youth,"

all over again, I swear I woul

ined. Darkness sw

ugh Clara's spine. She bolted upright, su

ing a cheap, scratchy red bedsheet. She looked down at her hands. The loose, liver-

m. Faded "Just Married" banners hun

f a freight train. She was twenty y

life, she had thrown a massive tantrum tonight, feeling utterly humiliated. She had purposely frozen herself in the winter cold to

r head. Cade only had four years le

iercely against her

going to spend these next four years making

water coming from the cramped bathr

r courage. She hopped off the bed, walked to

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“I spent my entire life building a massive fortune, only to end up gasping for air in a lonely hospice bed. My nephew Trevor stood over me with a cold smirk. "Thanks for the inheritance, Aunt Clara." He whispered those words, and then he mercilessly yanked my oxygen tube right out of the wall. As I suffocated, my lungs burning like crushed glass, the bitter truth finally hit me. I had spent decades working myself to the bone for a family that completely despised me. In my final, agonizing seconds, the only face I saw was his. Cade. The rugged, silent military man I had married and brutally driven away. I remembered how I had treated him like garbage on our wedding night because of his scars. How I had starved his sweet little boy, Leo. How I had forced Cade to give every penny he earned to my abusive mother, ruining our lives until the toxic marriage finally broke him. Dying in that pitch-black room, my heart shattered with regret. Why had I been so blind? Why did I throw away the only man who loved me when I was unlovable, just to be murdered by the parasites I fed? A violent jolt ripped through my spine, and my lungs flooded with sweet, painful air. The sterile hospital ceiling was gone. I was sitting on a scratchy red mattress, wearing a cheap lace wedding dress. I had been reborn to my wedding night. And this time, I wasn't going to let my husband sleep on the couch.”