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All Chapters of REBIRTH: MY EX HUSBAND WANTS A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30
40 Chapters
021: Hangover
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
Read more022: Like father, like daughter
Ben's face reddened with indignation. "You have no respect? Is this the way to greet your father?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the room. Normally, Autumn would be trembling, her head bowed in submission, but today she stood tall, her gaze locked on her father's, unwavering and unafraid."Oh, my bad, father," Autumn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you still acknowledged me as your daughter." Her words were a bold challenge to Ben's authority.Ben's jaw dropped, his face purpling with rage. "Have you lost your damn mind? Have you forgotten who brought you into this world?" he spat, his voice venomous.Autumn's smile was a thin, sugary coating on a razor-sharp retort. "It's you, of course, father, but I see no point in kissing your shoes if you hate me so much. Wouldn't I look like a fool if I kept up the habit?" Her voice was honey-sweet, but the words cut deep, a stark contrast to the timid, submissive daughter Ben was accustomed to.Iris, sensing
Read more023: Anonymous
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
Read more024: Because I Love You
Ivan's gaze remained transfixed on his phone, his eyes scanning the screen with a mix of emotions. As his driver navigated the roads, whisking him away from the hospital, Ivan's mind wandered to Autumn. Normally, she would be the first to rush to his side, showering him with concern and affection, but this time, an unsettling silence greeted him. No gentle texts, no soothing words, just an eerie quietness.A hint of a smile crept onto Ivan's face as he pondered the situation. Perhaps Autumn felt guilty, her conscience was probably gnawing at her, fearing even a simple message might shatter the fragile peace between them. The thought brought Ivan a sense of satisfaction, a strange comfort in knowing he wasn't the only one affected.But as the minutes ticked by, Ivan's thoughts took a curious turn. Autumn's behavior was odd to say the least, a departure from her usual clinginess. She would often lavish him with attention, her texts and calls a constant reminder of her insignificant pres
Read more025: I'll teach you
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
Read more026: You're drunk
Derek's eyes locked onto Autumn as her cheeks flushed a deep red, a color that spread down her neck, making his pulse quicken. He couldn't fully grasp why he had said such words to her.The memory of that night together, a night he repeatedly told himself was a mistake, still lingered in the corners of his mind. But if he was honest with himself, there was something deeper, a greed that gnawed at him, a longing he couldn't fully deny.Autumn's eyes fluttered shut, and her lips, slightly parted, seemed more tempting than ever, drawing him in, messing with his thoughts. Derek's breath hitched as he realized how close he had gotten to her. The tension coiled tighter within him, the room suddenly feeling too warm. He pulled back, a burning sensation rising in his throat, making him tug at his loose collar as if the very air had become too thin."I apologize, Autumn," Derek's voice was strained, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in an attempt to ease the tension. "I don't kn
Read more027: Spineless
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
Read more028: I can't breathe
Autumn felt her world collapse in slow motion as Iris pushed her. The last thing she saw was the shock etched on Iris’s face before Ivan suddenly appeared beside her, standing frozen in disbelief. The moment stretched endlessly, but then gravity took over, and Autumn’s head plummeted towards the unforgiving concrete floor below. The impact was jarring, and she lay flat on her back, her vision beginning to blur. The once-clear world around her dissolved into a chaotic swirl of colors and sounds, the sharp edges of reality softening into a haze. A scream tore through the air—raw and filled with terror—as some of Derek’s men rushed onto the scene, their faces twisted in horror at the sight before them.Autumn’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to focus, her pupils dilating wildly as she fought against the encroaching darkness. She blinked rapidly, praying it was all just a trick of her mind, that her vision wasn’t truly failin
Read more029: Mute
"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
Read more030: Please, we're lovers
"What the hell are you doing?" Derek’s voice sliced through the tension in the room like a knife, causing both Dexter and Autumn to drift their focus towards him. He stood in the doorway, his tall frame rigid with barely contained fury. Dexter’s manic expression shifted abruptly into a cold, impassive mask. His eyes flicked to Autumn, and the silent warning in his gaze was unmistakable, urging her to play along.But Autumn’s gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes locked onto Dexter’s, defiant and unyielding, silently telling him she wasn’t going to cooperate.Dexter chuckled, the sound dark and mirthless. He reached out, tilting Autumn’s chin with the back of his hand, his touch lingering in a mockery of tenderness. “I was just giving her a check-up,” he said, his voice smooth, though he could feel the slight tremor in his hands. He dropped his grip and took a step back, adjusting his belt surreptitiously, hoping it wouldn’t betray him by letting his pants slip.Derek’s expression hardened. “T
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