All Chapters of My Husband's Regret after My Reincarnation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I never thought I would be reborn. The image of Yuna dying in my arms still felt so vivid.In my previous life, I had died miserably.Yuna only had one wish as she took her last breath, which was to see her father, whom she hadn't seen for over a month. But I couldn't bear to tell her the truth that I couldn't reach Andrew Kettler at all. No matter how many messages I sent or how many times I begged him, it would always fall on deaf ears.Then, I caught sight of a post on Wendy Seyfert's social media. It turned out Andrew had been spending New Year's Eve with her and her daughter, Tonya, lighting fireworks together."Tonya was very happy to have someone to accompany her on New Year's Eve this year."Despair, fury, and bitterness overwhelmed me. My emotions, raw and uncontained, could not be controlled. Yuna was such a young child, yet she noticed everything."Mommy, Daddy's not coming back to see me, is he?" she asked. I held her tightly and tried my best to apologize to he

Ever since Andrew left that day, he never returned home.I knew that he was waiting for me to yield. However, the Mariah who used to give in to him was the one who loved him deeply. That person no longer existed.Now, I couldn't care less about his whereabouts.I threw myself entirely into Yuna's psychological therapy sessions, praying that Andrew would stay away forever and spare me from having to see him again. Perhaps it was because I had already brushed shoulders with death, or maybe it was because I felt nothing for him now, but by some miracle, the depression that once weighed me down for years in my past life had vanished in this one.Turns out, men are only good for one thing—causing women stress and frustration. Beyond that, they're utterly useless, I thought to myself.Even though Andrew hadn't come home, I could guess exactly where he was with just the smallest effort. After all, Wendy's social media was a constant stream of updates on Andrew's daily life with her child

Henry sat outside the consultation room, holding Yuna in his arms. I showed her the cherished video from her birthday, the one where her face got smeared with cake.Yuna's laughter that day had been truly infectious.Ever since she was born, I had never seen her so genuinely happy.Now, nestled in Henry's embrace, she giggled uncontrollably, declaring that when it was his birthday, she would do the same to him. That was the scene Andrew walked in on, a warm, wholesome moment.But his sudden arrival shattered the calm. He stormed over, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed my wrist tightly.The hospital was full of people, but Andrew barely managed to keep his voice low enough to avoid making a scene."Mariah, what right do you have to criticize me and Wendy?"I haven't been home in two months. And now I know why you never asked where I was. Turns out you didn't need me at all. You've already found someone else!"At least I've been really taking care of Tonya!"And what a

I didn't withdraw the lawsuit, but after that day, Andrew surprisingly stopped helping Wendy. I couldn't figure out why he suddenly gave up on his so-called 'helpless mother and daughter' argument.Not that it mattered to me.Wendy ended up being branded as a mistress, and the court ruled that she had to return everything Andrew had gifted her. Some of the money was already spent and couldn't be recovered, but that wasn't my concern.Now, with Yuna's condition no longer requiring therapy, I settled all the payments I owed Henry and even doubled the amount as a token of gratitude. The only thing left for me to do now was to focus on being with Yuna.Wendy no longer occupied my thoughts, and to my surprise, neither did Andrew seem to care about her anymore.…For the past few days, he had been shadowing me and Yuna, following us everywhere. He didn't dare go home and instead loitered outside our house. Though he had a key, he didn't muster the courage to step inside.I had no idea