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Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 752    |    Released on: 18/05/2026

e. She took Cade to the local market just outside the base to stock up on real

down on the dirt road leading bac

wo large, brown paper grocery bags filled to the brim with potatoes, flour,

de him, her hands

t expanded with each breath, the way a bead of sweat rolled dow

them. She needed him to stop treating her like

enly stopp

d loudly, grabbin

ned his head, his brow furrowing

nto a pitiful grimace. "The one I scraped thi

d and leaned her back against the rough bark, looking up a

He let out a heavy sigh. He shifted both bags into his left hand, grippin

," he instructed.

l with my arm, it will tear the muscle." She blinke

d up and down the dirt road. Two other milita

oice dropping to a harsh whisper.

h to ensure the women down the street might hear. "My h

ought his teeth might shatter. He gl

the two large grocery bags down on the dusty road,

," he g

rapped her arms loosely around his neck and her legs around his thick waist. Cade hooked h

," he instructed,

y into the sturdy paper handles. She pulled them up to rest ag

his pace noticeabl

He smelled like sunshine, sweat, and clean soap. She leane

ed softly, her breath tickling his

ecovered instantly, but his entire body went rigid.

ng," he ord

a circle on his shoulder muscle with her index

lamped his mouth shut and walked even faster,

their street when a shrill voic

e! C

came sprinting down the sidewalk toward

. Clara lift

toward the alley behind the housing units. "He's i

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Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband
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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.”