Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Ex-Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 27/05/2026

didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold and calculat

"Alright, Sera. What is it this time? A highe

ed into his suit jacket, pulling out a sleek checkbook and a Montblanc pen. With a few quick, practiced

buy yourself something pretty. Then be a good girl and go

hed family heirloom, to cover the mounting "household expenses" he had manufactured in their last year together, e

check from

a smug, triumphan

With deliberate slowness, she tore the check in half. Then in half again. She let th

d by a raw, ugly fury. "What the hell do you want?

y in the eye, her voic

ivor

ce went blank, then a harsh, incredulous laugh burst from him, short and mocking. "A divorce?

hain. The couture gowns, the charity galas, the trips to St

nreadable. His words, once capable of inf

most conversational, "You always knew L

of guilt or surprise in his eyes. He turned his back to her a

laced with a chilling amusement, a

g. He knew. He had watched her life drain away, her

ustification. "You need to understand something, Sera. Lila is fragi

ation of his true nature. He didn't want a partner; he wa

ound escaped her,

nto an unbreakable shield. "We are getting a di

hoice. "Everything you've ever given me-the jewelry, the cars, the pent

letting the

I want from yo

ame, was an insult he couldn't process, a blow to his colossal ego. His face conto

was

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“Seraphina was locked in a sterile psychiatric facility, treated as a compliant, living blood bag for her husband's mistress, Lila. But today, Lila walked in with a Cartier bracelet and a newspaper, revealing that Slade had orchestrated the complete ruin of Seraphina's family. Slade had used Seraphina's pillow talk to bankrupt her father's company. He tampered with her brother's brakes, framed her other brother for insider trading, and arranged the fatal car crash that killed her mother. Their entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to harvest her rare Rh-negative O-type blood to keep Lila and her unborn baby healthy. When Seraphina lunged at her in agonizing realization, Lila simply smiled and staged a fake attack. She watched helplessly as the nurses rushed in and injected her with a lethal sedative. As her heart monitor flatlined, she stared at the white ceiling, her soul consumed by regret and pure hatred. She had defied her loving family for a monster who slaughtered them all. She vowed to the darkness that if there was any justice, she would strip them of everything and make them beg for a death that would never come. Gasping for air, Seraphina opened her eyes. She was back ten years ago, sitting in a luxury hospital room, right as the nurse approached with a needle for Lila's very first blood donation. This time, she smashed the tray to the floor. "Under federal law, drawing my blood without explicit consent is assault." In this life, she would be the butcher.”