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Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 832    |    Released on: Today at 14:34

pickup crunched over the gravel

t: a rusted metal box sinking into the mud, su

d even unbuckle his seatbelt, the flim

g from her bright red lips. Her eyes immediately darted to the bed of th

as completely empty, her fak

. She stepped down onto the dirt, cl

er mother and shoved the

two thin towels and the dented cans of bea

the bag on

ke nails on a chalkboard. "You ungrateful little bitch! I rais

He rounded the hood, his jaw

the hardware store right now. Deonte needs a new bicyc

uth, his military

in front of Cade, using her body as a p

you a damn thing

hocked by the veno

oice ringing out loud and clear across the quiet trailer park. Several neighbors peeked out of thei

rrassment and rage. She looked

he screen do

l stairs. She was painfully thin, wearing a t-shirt with holes in th

for her rage. She grabbed a fistful of

out a sharp

need your money. Old man Henderson down at the auto shop offered

tically. Old man Henderson was sixty a

-hot rage explode

rom Katelynn's hair with brutal force. She grabbed h

ill march down to the police station and report you for forcing a minor into an arranged marriage and selling your own

Clara's eyes terrified her. She took a step b

ans. She pulled out a crumpled twenty-d

er sister, she reached back and pressed t

oulder. "Don't give it to her. Keep going to scho

oney. She looked up at Clara, tears streaming

. She didn't look a

e thick canvas fabric

eaving,"

passenger door open, climbed in, and slammed it s

oice. She started screaming obsceni

d at Clara. Her chest was heaving, her kn

a word as he threw the truck into reverse and dro

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Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband
Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband
“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.”