All Chapters of REBIRTH: MY EX HUSBAND WANTS A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Autumn's head throbbed with a dull, aching sensation as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her entire body, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, ached in unison, as if each muscle was protesting her awakening. A low, husky moan escaped her lips as her vision gradually transformed from a blurry haze to crystal clarity. Her gaze bounced around the room, drinking in the familiar comforts of her room.Her palms, fragile and trembling, grasped the softness of her mattress, struggling to anchor herself to steady. Her mouth felt parched, her dry throat itching to be scratched. She blinked again, wincing as the shock of the light finally assaulted her sight. With a rough, scratchy cough, she swiftly cleared her throat, and with a surge of energy, she swept her leg over the side of the bed, her foot thudding against the cool, wooden tile of the floor.As she stood up, Autumn took a long, hard look at herself, noticing she was changed into her favorite silk pajamas, a soft, pale bl

All eyes were drawn to Iris, her striking thin figure, as she emerged elegantly. Her outfit, a vibrant pink designer ensemble, consisted of a fitted top, a flowing skirt, and a tailored jacket, perfectly complementing her poise. A matching pink purse hung gracefully from her shoulder, while her black heels clicked confidently with each step.As she entered the elevator, her gaze swept across the buttons before selecting her desired floor. Out of habit, she retrieved a compact mirror from her purse and quickly touched up her already-flawless makeup. With a satisfied smile, she returned the mirror to her purse.The elevator doors slid open, and Iris stepped out, her heels echoing in the corridor. She navigated the apartment complex with ease, producing a key pass from her purse and swiping it through the lock. The door swung open, and she entered, her senses immediately assaulted by the overpowering stench of alcohol.Iris stormed in the room, slamming the door behind her, determined to

Autumn's warm breath lingered in the air as she let out a slow, languid yawn, her lips parting softly. Her eyes, heavy with the weight of fatigue, shimmered with unshed tears. She quickly wiped them with the back of her hand, smudging her vision momentarily. As her gaze cleared, it settled on the butler who had silently guided her through the labyrinth of Derek's mansion. He approached her now, carrying a silver tray adorned with a bottle of Grand Marnier and a single glass. A smile touched her lips—small but genuine. After what felt like an eternity confined within Ivan's bedroom, she was desperate for a drink.The butler set the tray down on the nearby table with a quiet precision. Just as Autumn reached for the glass, a sharp sting shot through her hand as the butler slapped it away. Startled, she jerked back, her eyes snapping up to meet his. An awkward laugh escaped her lips, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and confusion, her fingers lingering where his had made cont

Autumn’s face hardened as she met Ivan's gaze, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "Maybe they won't think of me as anything spineless. They already drag my name through the mud, saying I can't contain you at home. What's there to talk about? We have an open marriage, for God's sake." Autumn said as Ivan's gaze looked like it could send Autumn six feet under.Before Ivan could respond, Iris wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing herself against his back in a gesture meant to calm him. "That's no way to talk to your husband, Autumn. Ivan is trying to protect you, and here you are being ungrateful," Iris chimed in, her voice a sickly sweet mixture of concern and condescension.Autumn’s eyes snapped to Iris, a sharp edge in her gaze. "Oh, please. If Ivan gave two shits about me, he would never have continued an affair with you. Don't come at me when you're having an affair with Dexter." The accusation hung in the air like a bomb ready to explode.Iris’s eyes wi

"You fell, hit your head, and you’ve been in a coma for about three days. I have no idea why you can’t speak, though." Iris’s voice dripped with false concern as she walked over to a desk, calmly pouring water into a glass. She handed it to Autumn with a patronizing smile. "You must be thirsty, here..."Without hesitation, Autumn slapped the glass from Iris’s hand, sending it crashing to the floor where it shattered into countless pieces. The water splattered across the tiles, the sound sharp in the sterile silence of the hospital room.Iris looked down at the broken glass, then back at Autumn, her expression shifting from surprise to fury. "Watch it, you whore," Iris hissed, her voice low and venomous. "You can’t talk, so I can put you in a hell of a lot of trouble."Autumn’s gaze snapped to the door as Dexter walked in, her heart sinking at the sight of the two devils now sharing the room with her. "Dexter..." Iris pouted, running to him with exaggerated distress. Dexter caught he