All Chapters of After Reincarnation I Married My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

Anna's POV The adrenaline lasted just long enough to get me through the press conference, but the moment I stepped out of that suffocating room full of reporters, everything hit me all at once. it was a little overwhelming to be honest.p I barely remembered the drive back to Sinclair Enterprises, only that the moment I walked into the building, the weight of everything I had just done settled on my shoulders. Exposing the Drummonds, standing in front of the press, defending Alaric and his family—it was a lot. And yet, I had done it. I still couldn't believe it. That I was strong enough to do that on my own, and like a bad bitch too. The realization filled me with something warm, something almost foreign. Confidence. I didn’t want to dwell on it too much, though. There was still work to do. So instead of collapsing into a chair and letting the exhaustion swallow me whole like I wanted, I kept moving. I buried myself in paperwork, answering emails, reviewing reports, g

Anna’s POV "Good morning, sweetheart. You need to get up now, or you'll be late for work." My mom's voice drifted through the door, gentle but insistent. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. My body protested as I forced my eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. A quick glance at the time had my stomach dropping—I had overslept. Damn it. I had spent the night tossing and turning, my thoughts replaying everything that had happened, every moment leading up to the betrayal that still haunted me. I had gone to bed late, and at some point, I must have slept through my alarm. "Thanks mom," I call out as I hear her leave. Now, I had barely any time to get ready. For a moment, I debated just staying in bed. Calling in sick. Pretending the world outside didn’t exist. But that wasn’t an option. With another groan, I threw the blankets off and forced myself up. Time to face another day. The moment I stepped into the office, the air around me

That night, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying again and again in my head like a broken record. Every sharp word, every dismissive glance, every moment I felt like I was being pushed aside.I let myself wallow in it just for a little while, until something inside me shifts.I don’t want to keep feeling like this.I don’t want to spend another day letting Alaric and Celeste affect me, waiting for their actions to dictate my mood. I’ve been stuck in this cycle of frustration and hurt for weeks and I’m done.It’s time to take back my control.Tomorrow, there’s nothing scheduled until the evening. A society ball, one of those extravagant, high-profile events Alaric has to attend as CEO. And, of course, Celeste would be there as his partner, glued to his side like she belonged there.The thought should make me feel miserable. But tonight, it doesn’t.Because tomorrow, I choose how I feel.And I choose not to let them ruin my night.I sit up and reach for m

After that sleepover, my friends’ words refused to leave me. They kept repeating in my mind at every quiet moment, forcing me to confront something I had been too hurt to even consider. What if Alaric was being coerced? My own heartbreak had consumed me, and I so sure of my betrayal that I never once stopped to question the way it all happened. I had taken his cold, detached words at face value—because believing them was easier than searching for a truth that might just be my mind trying to rationalise the whole thing. But now, I decide to look. Really look.At first, the signs are subtle. Celeste is always the one reaching for him, her hands constantly finding his arm, his shoulder, his chest. She talks endlessly, filling silences he doesn’t seem interested in breaking. And then there’s Alaric—rigid, detached. His responses are clipped, his eyes never quite meeting hers. And then I see it—the barely-there tick of his jaw, the quiet tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers cu