Reborn To Ruin My Husband

cascade of ivory silk, was now stained crimson, the fabric clinging to her like a shroud. Each shallow breath burned in her chest, her strength ebbing away with every hea

rianne, clung to his arm, her delicate features twisted with something that looked like pity-but Eleanor knew better now. I

ath. H

a continuing in the next room. The guests were oblivious, their laughter a cruel counterpoint to her fad

think I married you for love?" His voice was smooth, cold, like the blade that had ended he

o harsh. She did try so hard to please you." Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now gleamed with mali

ind reeled, memories flooding her like a tidal wave

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od nervously in her pale blue dress, her heart racing as Cedric, dashing and newly titled, took her hand. "You're different," he had said, h

ly's fortune. When Cedric's political ambitions demanded alliances, she spent sleepless nights hosting dinners, charming nobles, and securing favors. She

en Cedric began to drift, it was Marianne who urged Eleanor to be patient. "Men like him need time," she'd said, her

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devotion-it had all been for nothing. Her father's empire was in Cedric's hands. Her reputation, painstakingly bu

voice barely a thread. "Mar

so easy to manipulate. Always so eager to please, so desperate for approval. Did you never wonder why I stayed so close?" She l

eanor's spirit. She had been a pawn, a stepping stone for their ambi

as death beckoned, a fire ignited in her chest, fueled by rage and betrayal. She ha

could live again..." Her voice was a low, guttural vow, each word carve

. "Bold words for a dying woman. But you're

from her gown. "Let's go, darling. Th

er fate. The cold seeped into her bones, her breaths growing shallower, each one

ing shifted. A pulse of energy, sharp and electric, surged through h

What was broken can be r

yed, dissolving into darkness. Yet even as she faded, one thoug

t the ceiling. To the world, she was gone, another tragic casualty of a "sudden illness," as Cedric would no d

the air above her. A spark that pulsed with purpo

mortal sight, the ancient v

en, no

contin