All Chapters of REBIRTH: MY EX HUSBAND WANTS A SECOND CHANCE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The room was thick with tension as Maverick sat silently, reading glasses perched on his nose as he poured over a large, black book. Across from him sat three seats. Autumn was in the middle, flanked by Judas and Ivan, each as silent and wary as she was. They all knew Maverick's temper and were uncertain what he might do next. Autumn had walked in to find Judas and Ivan already seated, likely having been there before the news leak hit. The quiet tension in the air pressed down on them all, amplifying every small sound. When Maverick finally shut the black book, the heavy clap echoed in the room. He removed his glasses and massaged his forehead before setting them on his desk. “Judas, Ivan, please leave us. I need a word with my daughter-in-law,” he said, his voice calm—too calm, almost frighteningly so. Both men didn’t hesitate, leaving the room with surprising speed, leaving Autumn alone with the man she privately referred to as her “beast of a father in-law." She kept her gaze t

"The person you are trying to call isn’t available at the moment. Please try again later."Autumn frowned as the robotic voice echoed for the third time. It was strange; she’d spoken to Charlie just this morning. Now, it felt like her friend had disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing but this automated message. Something was wrong—she could feel it in her gut. And somehow, Autumn was certain it had Elliot Fraser written all over it.As they drove toward Charlie's apartment, Autumn slumped back in her seat, her mind racing with worry and frustration. Then, a distant sound pierced her thoughts: sirens, growing louder as they drew closer. She glanced at Derek, who squinted in the direction of the noise, clearly as confused as she was.This part of the city was usually safe and quiet—a haven for the elites. Sirens blaring here was unusual. Derek hit the button to roll down the window, and, almost on instinct, Autumn leaned forward, sticking her head out to get a better look. Her eye

The frustration brewing within Dexter was clear. He watched as Iris lay beside him, engrossed in her phone, scrolling and laughing, a wide grin lighting up her face. It irritated him. They barely saw each other anymore, and even when they managed to steal a rare moment together, her attention seemed glued to anything with a screen—anything but him.In the beginning of their affair, they’d been consumed by lust, maybe even love. They shared secrets, leaned on each other emotionally and physically, growing dangerously close. But Iris had always been clear about one thing: their relationship was nothing more than a fling.All she ever talked about was her obsession with her sister’s husband, Ivan, and how Autumn had "stolen" him away. And even now, she was sending flirty texts to Ivan, her fingers tapping away as she lay right next to Dexter in bed.“Maybe you should put the phone down,” Dexter muttered, eyes narrowing as he glanced toward her screen.“Autumn filed for divorce,” Iris rep

Dexter took a moment to survey the office. Two desks occupied the room—one directly facing the door, where they had just entered, and a smaller one tucked into the corner. Autumn dropped her purse on the larger desk, settling into the chair behind it with a watchful gaze fixed on him.Without a word, Dexter walked over to Derek’s desk, pulled out the chair, and dragged it to sit directly across from Autumn. He settled in, meeting her eyes with a calm intensity.“Where did you get that?” Autumn asked immediately, her voice taut with suspicion. “Did Charlie give it to you?” Her questions came rapid-fire, a storm of accusations.Dexter drummed his fingers on the desk, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “I don’t know who Charlie is, and where I got it is none of your business,” he replied smoothly. “I only came to deliver a message, so if you’d sit and listen—”“Then this conversation is over,” Autumn interrupted, rising from her chair, her posture rigid. “I only agreed to talk to you be

Derek’s tired eyes drifted over to Autumn, standing there in the doorway, surrounded by her bags. Her cheeks were flushed from the chill of the night, her breath forming faint clouds in the cold air. He felt a dozen questions bubbling up inside—what was she doing here? And how did she manage to carry all those bags by herself?He poked his head outside, squinting down the hallway, hoping he’d see security helping with her things. But no one was there. The reality that she’d dragged this many bags all the way from her husband’s house herself only added to the tension in the air."Please, let me stay here for the night," Autumn finally said, her voice just above a whisper, her eyes pleading as she took a deep, steadying breath.Since she’d left, she’d been scrambling for options. She couldn’t go to a hotel—Maverick would find her there without much effort. And she didn’t have the time to find an apartment. Right now, she just needed a safe place, if only for tonight, maybe longer. As mu