Reborn: No Sacrifice for Him

ories of my past life flooded back, not as a hazy

ague campus, but for Ethan' s small apartment near his first office. He had held me and whispered, "Ju

her family' s financial ruin, painting a picture of a tragic genius who just needed one shot. "You have me, Av

he birthdays of his business partners, and hosted dinners where I was treated more like the household staff than the lady of the house. All t

overnight. Chloe, who had been a frequent, smiling guest at our lavish partie

o keeping us afloat. I worked two jobs-a barista in the morning, a waitress at night-while he locked himself in his study

ared higher than the first. He was a tech giant, a billionaire. A

r voices from his home office. He was showing her a folder on his laptop labeled 'For Us.' It was filled with designs for a mansion, trav

't break. I endured the public appearances where Ethan would bring Chloe as his "business associate," while I stood on the sid

t meet my eyes. "Mom," he began, his voice laced with the cold authority he' d learned from his father, "Dad

arried for nine months, whose fevers I had nursed, whose scraped k

s brand," Leo concluded

ettlement so small it was an insult, and I

ts' living room, facing the same man, the same family, at the very beginning

myself, a silent vow. This time,