Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband

Chapter 3 No.3

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of art that didn't reach her eyes. Damian felt a muscle in his jaw twitch. He was used to her lo

to his side, a clear

ian, landing on the younger woman

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the words carried. Nearby guests

n sponsors your scholarship at Columbia? It's wonderful that Damian

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ucted image of a special confidante shattered,

, his voice a low warning. His protec

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e chose a single seat in the front row, far to the left, a so

the conflict, drawn blood with surgical precision, and then simply walked away, leaving hi

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giant would announce its new headquarters two blocks away. This worthless land

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“The heart monitor screamed. My blood soaked the sheets. My husband, Damian, was too busy for my life or death. The doctors moved in a blur, their voices urgent, as my life drained away. They needed Damian's permission for a hysterectomy, the only thing that could save me. But a cold voice on the phone said he was in a "crucial M&A meeting" and "cannot be disturbed." My last flicker of hope died with me. I watched from above as they covered my face. Memories flooded in: giving up my dreams, lonely holidays, sacrificing my family's company, all for a love that abandoned me to bleed out. Pure regret, then an icy rage, filled the void where my heart had been. How could he? The thought burned: *If I had another chance, I would never love him again. I would live for myself.* Then, a gasp. I woke up, alive, in my penthouse bedroom. The digital clock read five years ago, the morning of the real estate auction. I immediately chose a scarlet dress and knew my first step: secure the property that would be worth a fortune, then divorce Damian.”