Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband

Chapter 4 No.4

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abstract painting. She won it for three million dollars. A ripple of polite applause went through the room. She g

de. Finally, the auctioneer announced, "And now fo

es appeared on the screens. A few p

million dollars," the auctionee

om was

paddle in the f

clear, cut through the sil

in her direction. People leaned forward, whispering fur

in an instant. A text message

nsane? Sto

n't loo

ey whispered to Damian, a note of malicious

were locked on his wife, wh

hock, stammered, "I have two hundred

e gavel down when a lazy voice dr

undred

eyes turned upwards. Kian Sterling was leaning casua

o have an aneurysm. "Kian, what are you doing?" he hi

omplication. Kian Sterling's involvem

ze it. She raised her paddle

rs had stopped. People were just staring, m

ned. He looked directly at

he called out, his voi

future rested on this moment. She raised her

bil

The number was so absurd it seemed

d, a soft, genuine laugh. He gave her a slight bow of his hea

vel down with a crack that echoed like a gunsh

andalized chatter. "She's lost her mi

is face a mask of cold rage, stormed t

skin. "One billion for that piece of trash!" he

alse concern. "Eleanor, how could you

, at the simpering girl beside him, a

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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.”