All Chapters of After Reincarnation I Married My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I felt a strange mix of nerves and determination as I smoothed down the tailored blazer I’d picked out with Mom over the weekend. Paired with a skirt and my favourite heels, it felt like I was stepping into a whole new version of myself. My wardrobe, once a chaotic mix of casuals and forgotten trends, was now stocked with elegant, professional pieces. I felt confident, more like someone ready to take on the corporate world.Alaric had kept his word. By Friday, Dad’s company had received a string of new contracts, and for the first time in years, I’d seen him truly relaxed. The furrow in his brow had softened, and there was an ease to his laugh that I hadn’t heard in ages. It reminded me why I’d made this deal in the first place.Now it was my turn to keep up my end.As I stepped out of the cab and stared up at the sleek, towering glass building that housed Drax Enterprises, a chill ran down my spine. Was it the air conditioning spilling out from the revolving doors, or was it just the

That evening, I trudged into the house, my feet aching from the day’s efforts. My mom was in the kitchen humming softly, while Dad and Brian were seated in the living room, engrossed in a lively debate about some sports game. The aroma of freshly cooked stew filled the air, a comforting reminder that home was my sanctuary after a long day.“How was work?” Mom asked, peeking her head around the corner.I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag by the stairs. “It was good, actually,” I said with a tired smile. “Exhausting, but... good.”Brian gave me a curious look. “Good? Who are you, and what have you done with my lazy ass sister?”I rolled my eyes. “It’s only my first day."Mom chuckled. “Dinner’s ready. Come eat before you head upstairs.”We ate together, the familiar sounds of clinking utensils and light conversation grounding me. When the meal was done, I excused myself, retreating to my room. After a quick shower, I collapsed onto my bed, letting out a satisfied sigh.I thought ab

When I got home, the familiar scent of freshly baked cookies greeted me, and I found my mom bustling around the kitchen. She turned to me, her warm smile faltering as she caught sight of my face.“Anna?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. “What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you home so early?”That was all it took for the dam to break. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Mom was by my side in an instant, pulling me into a comforting hug.“It’s okay,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Just tell me what happened.”Between sobs, I recounted the day’s events—the leaked information, the accusations, Naomi’s taunts, and the humiliation of being sent home. I told her about Alaric’s belief in my innocence and the way Naomi’s face had betrayed her guilt. By the time I concluded, my voice had become hoarse, and my emotions felt as if they had been squeezed out like a dried sponge.Mom’s grip tightened, her

As we drove through the countryside, the silence in the car grew heavier. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Alaric, who was focused on the road, his expression unreadable. To break the tension, I asked, "Mind if I put on some music?" He nodded without looking away from the road. "Go ahead." I turned on the radio and flipped through stations until I landed on a pop song I adored. A smile spread across my face as I began to sing along softly. The upbeat melody lifted my spirits, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter. When the song ended, I realized how absorbed I had been and glanced at Alaric. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye, an amused expression tugging at his lips. Embarrassment flooded me. "Sorry, that was… very inappropriate," I mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my blouse. To my surprise, he chuckled. "Don’t apologize. It was… refreshing." I blinked at him, caught off guard by his words. "Refreshing?" He nodded. "It’s nice to

Alaric took off his jacket, his movements precise as he tore a piece from it. Without a word, he knelt down again and began to gently clean my legs with the makeshift cloth. “Alaric, you don’t have to do this,” I protested, trying to pull my legs away, but he held firm, his gaze unwavering. “I want to,” he said simply, his voice steady. There was something in his tone that silenced me. He worked carefully, wiping away the blood and dirt. Every now and then, his hands would pause as if checking to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. When he finished, he tore the rest of his jacket into two longer strips and wrapped them around my feet, securing them snugly. The material provided an immediate sense of relief, dulling the sting from the cuts and scratches. “There,” he said, standing up and looking down at me with a small, reassuring smile. “That should help with the pain for now." “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt for how much he was doing for me. He seemed