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Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 488    |    Released on: Today at 16:20

, her voice dangerously quiet. She looked down at his hand on her arm,

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e interjected. Felix Beaumont had sauntered over, a wide grin on his face

. Ashley flushed, the reminder of Eleanor's blue-blood lineage a

ened his grip on her wrist again, pulling her closer. "You ar

vulsion, born from the memory o

e laced with ice. With a sharp, unex

from him. His gaze flickered past her and he saw Kian Sterling watching t

, Eleanor?" he hissed. "Tr

ude, not everythi

ation under control. He turned to Ashley, his tone

to argue. She cast a venomous glare at Eleanor

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eanor asked, her voice flat. She was rub

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over her. "You are Mrs. Damian Carlisle. Sto

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Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband
Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband
“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.”