Reborn To Win Back My Billionaire Husband

in pen hovered over t

separated Cordelia Hamilton f

iliar. A phantom pain, sharp and cold, shot through her chest, a memory of steel sliding between h

before she could stop it, that tore throu

sive black ink overturned, bleeding across the crisp white paper. It spread lik

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t remember, muttered under his breath. He looked at her with pure

a physical force, cold and heavy. It landed

stop the

ngry. It was nothing. A flat, dead thi

hought this was

room ten minutes ago. A woman who would burn down her own l

k. The chilling smile of her stepsister, Annalise. The loss. Oh, God, the loss of her son, Case. T

e, making a scene, to force Chandler into paying Chace's $300 mil

't breaking. I

egs trembling. The long mahogany table felt like a canyon between them. She started to

fted, ready to

sive wave of his hand stopped the other man. He wanted to see t

s eyes fixed on the ink-stained document. She could smell the f

r voice cracking. "Don't do t

y, but a weary, cynical amusement-crossed his face.

Cordelia," he said, his voice

v

e her soul used to be. No. Not ag

oat. She reached past him, her hand shaking, and snatche

ut, before Chandler could m

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in the quiet room. White scraps fluttered to

s jaw was o

dilating in shock. This was new. Thi

hreat, a negotiation tactic. She had to do something the old

d to s

ved. She lunged forward, her fingers tan

sk of disbelief. She rose on her toes, clum

and sorrow, of chapped lips and the desperate, trembling force of a woman who had come back from the dead. It was no

ud of her heart against his chest. He c

creamed one wo

nt through him. He s

ug. She nearly fell, catching herself on the edge of the desk. Th

at for a terrifying second, it hadn't felt like a performance. The despair was too raw, the terror in her heartbeat too real. This must be her new masterpiece, he thought, a thr

put the world back in its place. His composure

to the stunned lawyer, not loo

er his papers, stuffing them into his br

two of them alone in the wreckage. The air was

out a single backward glance. Hi

you're playing, it won't work. I'll give you one we

. A sob. A threat. T

that was more unsettling than any outburs

he scattered pieces of her broken marri

we

to undo a lifet

And her new life, a life of venge