Reborn To Love My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

Word Count: 651 | Released on: 10/06/2026

omous hope. Juliana held Cole's gaze, placing a single fi

ing his arms over his chest. His gray eyes

gh, pitching her voice to sound weak and confused.

d. "At home?" Paige's voice sharpened. "Wit

sing her fingertips to her temple as if in pain. "The

d everything-her presence at the

thick, syrupy concern. "Oh, you poor thing! Don't you worr

ive right now. He won't let anyone see me." She painted him

sed a single, sardonic eyebrow. A

essed, a note of frustration in her

all, confused sound.

a wrench into their entire

ong moment, her voice cautious, test

oggy memory had just surfaced. "My m

or coffee, just the two of us. At The Daily Grind, our usual sp

t Juliana wanted. A

barely a whisper. "But don't t

d," Paige said, he

ong, slow breath, the mask of the fragile victim

beside her, laced with a grudging respect t

arched her face, the ghost of a smile gone

ks. "I had to. They need to be

ned slightly. "You'r

reached out and took his hand, her small fingers lacing with his

resolve in her eyes. After a long

a partnership, an alliance. She glanced down at her phone, still in her

riosity piqued, she open

lew across t

the screen

ow read: "My

nees, the man whose face was a permanent mask of cool indifference, looked utterly flustered.

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“Juliana Hunt believed her marriage to billionaire Cole Mcintyre was nothing but a cold business transaction. Texting her lover, Aidan, she got into her luxury sedan, eager to elope and start a new life orchestrated by her best friend, Paige. But she never made it. On a slick country road, the car's tampered brakes failed, sending her crashing head-on into a massive semi-truck. Floating as a helpless ghost above her own mangled corpse, the brutal truth was soon revealed when Cole's assistant delivered the investigation results. "The brake lines were cut clean through. Aidan and Paige planned to elope with her trust fund." Her "true love" and "best friend" had conspired to murder her for money. Meanwhile, Cole-the husband she thought was a statue carved from ice-completely shattered. He roared in pure agony, smashed his bleeding fists into his mahogany desk, and wept brokenly over their wedding portrait. A suffocating wave of regret and fury consumed her spectral form. How could she have been so blindly stupid? She had thrown away the profound, desperate love of her husband for a pair of ruthless traitors who plotted her gruesome death. The all-consuming desire for revenge became a fire in her soul, pulling her violently into a roaring darkness. When Juliana forced her heavy eyelids open, she was back in her own bed, alive, with Cole's exhausted arms wrapped tightly around her waist. This time, she would tear their lives apart.”