All Chapters of After Reincarnation I Married My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tears welled up in my eyes, my throat tightening with a sob that I couldn't release. My family—mother, father, brother gone. Every single one of them. And Lisa had been behind it all. My best friend, the person I trusted more than anyone, had orchestrated their downfall. The pain, the grief that followed, it all began with her. “Why?” I gasped, choking on the word, barely able to breathe as the horror of it set in. “Why would you do this?” Lisa stopped pacing then, standing over me with that same smile, that twisted, hateful smile. “Because I could,” she said simply. “Because it was fun.” Fun. Destroying my family had been fun for her. “And Josh?” I forced the question out, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer. Lisa’s smirk widened. “Oh, Josh. He was such a perfect little pawn, wasn’t he? At first, he didn’t believe me when I started whispering those little lies about you. That you were selfish, that you didn’t care about him. But after a while, I gave him reasons to

Tears well up in my eyes as the memories of them rush back. Dad, with his quiet strength, the way he would tuck his glasses into the pocket of his shirt when he was about to have a serious conversation. Mom, always bustling about, full of energy, her laughter filling every corner of our home. And Sam, my brother, the one who tried so hard to be the responsible one after everything went wrong. The one who paid the ultimate price. I lost them. Every single one of them. I buried them, grieved for them, and now… they’re gone.I turn towards the mirror, the one that stands in the corner of my room, and what I see makes my breath catch in my throat. Staring back at me is a version of myself I haven’t seen in years. My face is younger, smoother, free from the lines etched by grief and loss. My hair is longer, darker, not yet streaked with the exhaustion that came from trying to survive the endless tragedies that followed. How is this possible. Did I go back in time? I look hurriedly around

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me, threatening to suffocate me. My family, our future, the lies I’ve lived through. My mind keeps racing, replaying every betrayal. I want to fix everything, to untangle this mess, but I know I need to start somewhere. And the first step, as painful as it is, has to be to extricate myself from Lisa and Josh.Josh. The name that once made my heart flutter now turns my stomach. Months ago, I would have done anything to hold onto him, to believe that we were building something real. But I know the truth now, and the truth is a bitter pill to swallow. He’s been with Lisa all along, sleeping with her, laughing at me behind my back. The thought burns through me like acid, and for a moment, I want to scream. How could I have been so blind?I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. There’s no point in holding on to someone who’s already gone. Breaking up with him feels like the obvious move, but I hesitate.

As I walk toward campus, the familiar paths bring up more memories I’ve tried to bury. Back in school, I was a ghost, a social pariah. I didn’t have friends, just Lisa and Josh.At first, things were different. My classmates were kind, even welcoming. I liked a couple of them and had fun conversations with them; I thought maybe I’d finally belong somewhere. But slowly, I started to see their smiles fade, replaced by cold stares and whispers behind my back.Why?I still don’t know, but it doesn’t take much to know Lisa had to have spread some lies about me. I wasn’t living on campus, so I didn’t have roommates to bond with or late-night study sessions to join, so wasn’t really in the social scene in school, and I couldn’t have been able to hear about rumours about myself.When the hostility began, I retreated into myself and stuck to Lisa.Lisa, my “best friend," never lifted a finger to help me connect with anyone.Why would she? She was thriving, surrounded by friends, always laughin

I round the corner and spot the café in the distance. Relief washes over me as I realize I’ve made it on time. Josh might be a terrible person, but punctuality is his religion. If I were even a minute late, he’d let me hear about it. And I need him in a good mood if I’m going to pry any useful information from him.My mind is so caught up in rehearsing the conversation that I almost miss it—a low, pained groan.I freeze mid-step, my ears straining. There it is again. Definitely a groan.Before I can second-guess myself, my feet carry me toward the alley beside the café. My heart hammers as my mind spins with possibilities. What could have happened? This area’s supposed to be safe. It’s surrounded by schools and dorms—nothing ever happens here.The sound guides me deeper into the alley, and soon I spot the source: a dark figure slumped against the wall.He’s male; I can tell that much immediately. His left hand clutches his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. His right hand is