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I gasped, shooting up from the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. Cold sweat clung to my skin, and my breath came in shallow, panicked bursts. I reached for my stomach, the impact of the fall still vivid, still fresh in my mind. But there was no pain. No broken bones.

I was in my bed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Luca’s voice murmured beside me, and I flinched as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. His warm breath fanned against my neck, but it felt suffocating. My skin crawled, every inch of my body recoiling.

I stiffened, turning my head to glance at him. His blue eyes were soft, filled with the affection I once craved. His golden hair was rough from sleep. It was just a dream, I told myself. Just a nightmare.

But it felt real. Too real. I could still feel the air rushing past me as I fell from the balcony, Luca’s cold words echoing in my mind: "You’re mine. You always will be."

I forced a smile, my heart pounding in my chest as I whispered, “Morning.”

Luca kissed my head, completely oblivious to what was going on inside me. “I’ve got a meeting today, so I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up for me, alright?”

I nodded, swallowing hard as he got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, whistling softly like absolutely nothing had happened.

I turned to my phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up as I unlocked it. The date flashed before my eyes, and my stomach lurched from shock.

October 19, 2021.

Three years ago.

My breath caught in my throat, my vision spinning. *This isn’t possible. I stared at the date again, disbelief washing over me. I should be three years into the future, pregnant, and dead at the bottom of our mansion. But I’ve been brought back.

Back when I was still his obedient wife.

My hands trembled, and I gripped the phone tighter, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The nightmare I had just woken from—it hadn’t been a dream. It was a warning. A glimpse of what was to come if I let history repeat itself.

I closed my eyes, Luca’s cruel face flashing before me as he shoved me off the balcony. I won’t let that happen again. Not this time.

I wasn’t the same woman I had been three years ago.

I had been given a second chance.

Luca came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, completely unaware. “You alright, babe?”

I forced another smile, despising the way he called me so sweetly. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied.

"Vivian!" Clarissa’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife. "Get down here. Who’s going to cook breakfast?"

On instinct, I got up and quickly dressed.

I made my way downstairs in a heartbeat to see Clarissa already waiting in the kitchen.

"You seem to sleep like a log. Have you forgotten you are my son’s wife?" she snarled.

Diane chose that moment to drop a glass.

"Go and clean it up," Clarissa ordered.

I picked up a broom and bent down to clean up the pieces of glass. I froze as something wet began to drip onto my head. I glanced up to see Diane, grinning smugly. "Oops."

In that moment, something in me snapped. I stood up and slapped Diane straight across the face.

What followed was stunned silence.

Then I heard Luca growl. "Vivian."

He stomped toward me from the stairs, his eyes blazing with anger. He didn’t give me a chance to speak before he hit me across the face so hard that I stumbled and fell.

For a moment, I sat there. I let it all sink in. This was the real Luca. The part of him he kept at bay as long as I followed orders like an obedient fool. But the moment I defended myself...

I got up, raising my chin. "How dare you?" I snapped.

They all stared at me like I had grown a second head.

"What’s gotten into this bitch?" Clarissa asked her son.

I’d had enough. "Get out!"

Clarissa and Diane blinked, the look of astonishment on their faces almost too satisfying. Clarissa’s face morphed, "Who are you to tell me to—"

"This is my fucking house," I reminded her. "It’s my name on the deed, not your son’s."

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Diane had turned as pale as a ghost. "Luca, do something."

"Yes, Luca, get your whore of a wife under control," James butted in.

Luca’s eyes darkened as he stepped forward, his voice low and chilling. “I always suspected that one day you’d forget your place.”

He didn’t wait for my response. He left and came back with a manila envelope and threw it onto the kitchen counter. I blinked, my pulse racing.

“What’s this?” I asked, already knowing.

“Divorce papers,” he sneered, folding his arms. “If you’re so unhappy with the life you’ve been so graciously given, then sign them. But if you’ve come to your senses, you’ll fall to your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you stay.”

The silence in the kitchen was suffocating. Clarissa had a smug grin on her face, while James stood there, arms crossed, looking proud of his son’s move. They were all waiting for me to break, to crumble under Luca’s threat.

But I was done. This was exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed the pen from the counter without hesitation and signed my name at the bottom of the divorce papers. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper was the only noise in the room, and it was like music to my ears.

Luca’s face twisted with disbelief. Suddenly shock took over his expression. "Are you demented? You actually signed them?"

I shoved the papers back toward him, meeting his stunned gaze with a calmness I didn’t even know I had. “Yes. I’m done, Luca.”

The room exploded into chaos.

They were all speaking at once, but I didn’t hear a thing.

Luca’s reaction was visceral.

“You think this is over?” His voice was venomous. He went upstairs and came back with my luggage. He threw it at me with a force that made me stumble back. “You’ll come crawling back, Vivian. You think you can just leave? You’ll be begging to return.”

I stood tall, my heart steady, gripping the suitcase handle. “No, I won’t.”

Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked toward the door. My body was trembling, but I kept my head high.

“Vivian!” Luca’s voice followed me, furious and disbelieving. “You’ll regret this! You’ll beg to come back. I am giving you a chance to come to your senses."

I didn’t look back.

The door slammed shut behind me, and for the first time in years, I felt free.

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  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 9

    The buzzing of my phone worked its way into my dreams. I reached for it blindly, squinting at the screen. 6:17 AM. The notifications kept coming, each one lighting up the dim room.27 missed calls. 43 text messages. 15 news alerts. 8 emails marked urgent.I sat up slowly, switched on the bedside lamp. The guest room at Dante's penthouse was still unfamiliar—all grey silk and chrome, nothing personal yet. My finger hovered over the first notification.The image loaded. I blinked, certain I was still dreaming. There I was, outside Provocateur nightclub, my black dress hitched high. A man's arm circled my waist, his face conveniently turned from the camera. The timestamp read March 15th, 2023."That's not..." I scrolled further. More photos. Me at the Four Seasons bar, leaning into another man's space. July 2023—the week I'd been in Hong Kong for the Asian merger. Another showed me getting into a car, a different man's hand on my back. September 2023."No, no, no." I opened my messages.

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  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 9

    The buzzing of my phone worked its way into my dreams. I reached for it blindly, squinting at the screen. 6:17 AM. The notifications kept coming, each one lighting up the dim room.27 missed calls. 43 text messages. 15 news alerts. 8 emails marked urgent.I sat up slowly, switched on the bedside lamp. The guest room at Dante's penthouse was still unfamiliar—all grey silk and chrome, nothing personal yet. My finger hovered over the first notification.The image loaded. I blinked, certain I was still dreaming. There I was, outside Provocateur nightclub, my black dress hitched high. A man's arm circled my waist, his face conveniently turned from the camera. The timestamp read March 15th, 2023."That's not..." I scrolled further. More photos. Me at the Four Seasons bar, leaning into another man's space. July 2023—the week I'd been in Hong Kong for the Asian merger. Another showed me getting into a car, a different man's hand on my back. September 2023."No, no, no." I opened my messages.

  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 8

    I stood in Dante's office doorway that morning, watching him read through contracts. He didn't look up, but his fingers stopped moving across the keyboard."About last night," I started.He waited. Ten seconds. Twenty. The silence stretched between us like a living thing."Would you like to sit?" he asked finally.I gripped the doorframe. "I need to tell you something."More silence. Patient. Undemanding."I—" The words stuck. "I need to check something first."He looked up then. "Take your time."I retreated to the kitchen. Cooking had always helped me think, even in Luca's house where Clarissa criticized every meal. The familiar motions might help order my thoughts.I found the recipe card while unpacking kitchen boxes. It was tucked into an old cookbook, the paper soft and stained. Sophia Moretti's handwriting flowed across it: Rigatoni alla Vodka. Below, in different handwriting: More vodka. Less cream. - L.Luca had mentioned this dish once. "Nonna taught all the wives to make it

  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 7

    The room was still dark when I opened my laptop. 4:47 AM. Sleep had become a stranger these past few days. I typed in the search bar: "early pregnancy symptoms." Incognito mode—some habits die hard.Three pregnancy tests sat lined up on my bathroom counter. I'd driven across the city before dawn, stopping at different pharmacies, not wanting to face the same cashier twice. First Response. Clear Blue. EPT. All positive. The empty boxes scattered across the marble told a story I wasn't ready to read.My phone lit up. Dante."Hey." His voice was soft, warm—a tone I was starting to recognize as just for me. "Want to grab breakfast?"I pressed my forehead against the cool bathroom mirror. "Can't. Migraine.""Do you need anything?""No, I just..." I swallowed. "I need to sleep it off."He was quiet for a moment. "Call me if you change your mind."The OB-GYN's waiting room felt too bright, too real. Pale green walls. Black and white photographs of newborns. A couple sat across from me—her ha

  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 6

    I studied my reflection in the hotel mirror. MAC Ruby Woo lipstick lay uncapped on the marble counter—the same shade I'd worn to close my first billion-dollar deal, before Luca convinced me to "focus on the family."Morning light spilled through the gauzy curtains. The king-sized bed remained untouched, sheets pulled tight. Sleep hadn't come.My phone buzzed again. Clarissa's name lit up the screen—her twelfth call since dawn. Three from James. Five from Diane, methodically spaced seventeen minutes apart. Seven from Luca. His latest text read simply:Don't embarrass yourself more than you already have. Think of everything I know about you.The white Tom Ford suit waited on the bathroom door, still in its garment bag. I'd purchased it in Paris six months ago during a solo trip through the fashion houses while Luca attended his "emergency meetings.""White makes you look washed out, dear," Clarissa had said at one of our mandatory Sunday brunches, eyeing my outfit with practiced disdain

  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    Chapter 5

    The forty-story drop beyond Dante's office windows made the room spin. I gripped the back of a leather chair, my knuckles white against the black surface. Below, cars crawled like insects through the morning gridlock. The sun hadn't properly risen yet—just a grey suggestion of dawn that made everything look slightly unreal.I hadn't slept. The ring box had sat on my nightstand all night, its presence like another person in the room. Every time I'd closed my eyes, I'd seen Luca's face when he realized who exactly I'd kissed at that party. The thought should have frightened me. Instead, I felt a dark thrill of anticipation."Coffee?" Dante's voice came from somewhere behind me.The scent wafted over—rich, dark roast from the small Italian café downstairs. My stomach rolled unexpectedly. "I'm fine."The office breathed wealth, but quietly. No gold-framed paintings or crystal sculptures like the ones Luca collected. Just clean lines of chrome and glass, everything arranged with precision.

  • Rebirth: In the arms of my Ex's Uncle    CHAPTER 4

    My lipstick was smeared across my mouth—I could feel it without looking. The wall was cool against my palm as I steadied myself, the corridor seeming to tilt slightly under my feet. The kiss still burned on my lips, unexpected and devastating in its intensity. Not at all like Luca's kisses, which had grown mechanical over the years, a duty rather than a desire. My phone vibrated again in my clutch. I didn't need to look to know it was him. Luca's messages had grown increasingly hostile over the past hour: You think you can humiliate me like this? I watched the typing indicator pulse, my stomach clenching. Who was that man? Another vibration. I'll find out who he is. Answer me, Vivian. You're making a mistake. The last one made me laugh, a sharp sound in the empty corridor. The mistake had been marrying him in the first place. The mistake had been believing I could change him, that love was enough to overcome his family's toxicity, his mother's cruelty, his sister's spite. My

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