Follow
Chapters
Share
Reborn to Avenge Husband Novel Cover

Reborn to Avenge Husband

On New Year's Eve, my husband and I went out for fondue, but the server accidentally tipped the scalding pot all over me. Being eight months pregnant, I suffered severe burns; my water broke on the spot, and I collapsed, unable to move. I struggled to call for help, but my husband was only focused on demanding compensation: "Pain is good," he said. "The more you hurt, the more money we'll get. It'll ensure we have enough for the baby's formula." I fainted from the agony, missing the critical window for rescue, leading to a tragic loss for both me and my unborn child. My husband inherited all my assets, abandoned any pursuit of justice, and married the waitress with whom he'd conspired: "This plan is flawless—not only did it get rid of her, but it also secured her estate legally!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on that New Year's Eve when the fondue was spilled. "Don't worry, darling. It must be busy tonight because of New Year's Eve. Just wait a little longer, and your favorite spicy fondue will be here," Kasen Duncan's familiar voice sounded before I even opened my eyes. His hand rested on my baby bump, soothing me with gentle strokes, and he thoughtfully poured me a cup of steaming coffee.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

The next moment, I stifled the thrill of revenge bubbling in my heart and let out a scream even more theatrical than Kasen's:

"What happened, love? Are you okay?"

Without sparing another glance at his face, red and swollen like a roasted hog’s, I stood up from my seat and seized Mylah’s hair. With a swift and precise motion, I slapped the mistress a couple of times to vent my anger:

"Pouring hot stew on someone without any training? If anything happens to my husband, you’ll be the one to answer for it!"

Mylah shrieked, clutching her reddened cheek and glaring at me with eyes full of malice. But I didn’t linger to quarrel with her; instead, I flung myself onto Kasen's body. This move pulled at his scalded and swollen skin, making him cry out in agony.

I clutched my belly, tears streaming down my face, and pleaded with the onlookers around us:

"I need to call the police and get to the hospital for these injuries! Could someone help restrain her? My husband is the sole breadwinner of our family, and now with him like this, how are the baby and I supposed to survive?"

But Mylah, upon hearing the mention of calling the police, reacted swiftly. She suddenly kneeled before the crowd, sobbing and wailing:

"Please, sister, I didn’t mean it! Don’t call the police. I can’t lose this job."

"My family favors sons over daughters. I was beaten black and blue and nearly sold off to an old cripple. I managed to escape. Without this job, I’m left with nowhere to go..."

Her performance successfully garnered some sympathy from the crowd:

"Miss, this young girl has had a rough time. Maybe settle this privately and don’t call the police."

"Exactly, with the gold bracelet on your wrist, you’re clearly not in need of money. Don’t make things difficult for her."

"Everyone has their struggles. Show some kindness, especially for your unborn child."

Faced with such moral coercion, these people were quick to voice their opinions, eager to preserve their sense of righteousness. I let out a cold laugh and pinched Kasen again, making him yelp like a stuck pig:

"She’s having a hard time, but are we having it easy? If today the child loses their father, then all of you are accomplices."

"If you truly feel for her struggles, why don't you all chip in for compensation?"

Seeing my resolute stance and my protective hand over my belly, the crowd fell silent. I took out my phone, ready to dial the police, and as the call was about to go through, Mylah panicked.

She wailed and glanced at the barely-conscious Kasen, screaming with a pointed accusation:

"You can’t call the police, or my whole plan will be ruined!"

This scheme to douse me with stew on Thanksgiving had been crafted by Mylah and Kasen for six months. If they missed this chance, they might not get another shot!

Sure enough, the word "plan" snapped Kasen back to his senses. He fought against the pain, gritting his teeth to press down on my phone:

"Sweetheart, please don’t call the police! A bit of burn ointment, and I’ll be fine. It’s Thanksgiving. Let’s not make a fuss; consider it an act of charity."

He wasn’t worried that I wouldn’t comply. In my past life, Kasen had manipulated me, and to indulge his ego, I willingly scrubbed floors while pregnant and picked bones out of his meals. Dining with me was considered the highest honor he could bestow.

At this, the people around us, seeing that I hadn’t spoken further, quickly sided with Kasen, praising him for his forgiveness and kindness while chastising me for being unworthy of him. I ignored these people, looked at Kasen with tears in my eyes, feigning concern, while surreptitiously pinching his swollen skin again:

"Are you sure you’re okay, love?"

Kasen gritted his teeth, assuring me he was fine and could continue to dine and celebrate with me.

I knew he had no choice but to swallow his pride. If he didn’t manage to get rid of me, and Mylah ended up in jail, it would be a massive loss for him!

Conveniently, I was more than willing to continue this charade with him. In my previous life, I was deceived by this vile couple, dragged to death, two lives snuffed out in one body. This time, I’m going to make them pay back in full!

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

Billionaire's Crazy Obsession Novel Cover
8.5
Miss Genevive Brooks ,your parents died in a car crash.please coke and collect their bodies .Shattered ,she reached out to her billionaire husband.His only response was I'm busy solve your problems on your own . Okay she whispered,that night she handed him divorce papers and walked out of his life, leaving all his wealth behind . She never wanted money ,she wanted love .He gave her nothing so she took nothing. James thought she wouldn't survive without him and that she would crawl back .Instead she vanished .And when he found her again she was living in luxuries far beyond his reach. For some reason Lucas Blackwell, one of the most powerful ,cunning and possessive billionaires in the country,was madly devoted to his ex-wife. Now victor is unraveling, jealousy burns him alive but he got what he wanted didn't he ? You're my wife ,you can never run from me
Dear Billionaire Ex, I am more than an arranged marriage Novel Cover
9.1
After being fired from her job as a reporter, Eva Langston returns to San Francisco, only to find her family on the brink of financial ruin. Her once-thriving father now drowns in debt, and his last hope lies in a man she never wanted to see again, Lucian Thorne, her cold, calculating billionaire ex. Lucian agrees to save her father's company, but under one cruel condition: Eva must become his wife. Dragged back into the world of power, manipulation, and unsaid truths, Eva realizes Lucian has his own reasons for dragging her into this nightmare. As old wounds resurface and dark truths are uncovered, Eva must decide- can love survive their shattered past, or will the secrets lurking in both families destroy them for good?
Ex-Fiancé's Greed vs. Doctor's Justice Novel Cover
8.9
Fourteen hours. My back ached, my fingers cramped, but little Elena Rodriguez had a new heart and a future ahead of her. I rolled my shoulders as I stepped away from the operating table, allowing myself a small smile of satisfaction as the monitors showed strong, steady beats. "Excellent work as always, Dr. Powell," Marcus Chen said, his eyes crinkling above his surgical mask. "That valve reconstruction was nothing short of miraculous." I nodded, too exhausted for false modesty. "The new technique is proving more effective than I'd hoped. Once we publish the results—" The OR door swung open, and Nurse Patel poked her head in. Her expression made my stomach drop. "Dr.
Husband's Betrayal Costs Her All Novel Cover
8.4
I needed to check tomorrow's court schedule, and my phone was dead. Nothing unusual about borrowing my husband's phone on a Tuesday night after ten years of marriage. "Stet, can I use your phone? Mine's charging," I called out from our home office, already reaching for his device on the desk. "Sure, go ahead," Stetson's voice floated in from the living room, casual and unconcerned. That should have been my first clue. My husband, the man who once password-protected his fantasy football accounts, had left his phone unlocked. As I opened his calendar app, a notification slid down from the top of the screen. Cleo: *Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Wearing that thing you like...* My finger hovered over the message.
My Mom's Cloud Album Exposed the Son She Hid From Me for Three Years Novel Cover
8.1
Two thousand, three hundred and forty-one photos. That’s what seventeen-year-old Ian finds when he accidentally syncs his new tablet to his mother’s cloud account. The pictures aren't of family vacations or his high school milestones. They are of a boy he has never met—a teenager with his father’s chin, celebrating birthdays and holidays with Ian's parents just forty minutes away. Ian isn’t the beloved firstborn. He is the forgotten stand-in. For years, his parents have been secretly raising his father's illegitimate son, planning to formally introduce him to high society by secretly selling off the historic estate Ian's late grandmother left behind. They think Ian is clueless. They think he will quietly step aside. They are wrong. Before she died, Ian’s grandmother knew everything. She didn’t just leave Ian a secret key, a hidden $1.8 million trust, and the damning evidence of his parents' financial crimes. She left him a loaded gun. On the night his parents host a lavish gala to welcome their "real" son home, Ian isn't going to cry, and he isn't going to play the victim. He is going to walk in with a court order, emancipate himself, and methodically tear down the empire his mother built on deceit. My Mom's Cloud Album Exposed the Son She Hid From Me for Three Years is a gripping story of ultimate family betrayal, calculated revenge, and a young man's journey to reclaim his true name from the people who tried to erase him.
My Husband Married His Mistress After Twenty-Five Years Novel Cover
8.8
On their 25th anniversary, Cohen Snyder presented a ring to his wife, Lea Wagner. "All these years together, does it really matter if we have a marriage certificate?" he remarked nonchalantly. Lea glanced at her hand, missing half a ring finger, and suggested they split up. Without hesitation, Cohen invited his mistress to move in. That same evening, their son, Madden Snyder, posted a family photo on Instagram with the caption, "Full moon and family gathering on Thanksgiving. One big happy family." Despite being part of this family for 25 years, Lea realized she had always been an outsider. As she prepared to leave for a volunteer mission in Africa, Cohen was filled with regret. Under the dim light, a dazzling diamond ring lay in a red velvet box, its cold glint stark and uninviting. Cohen handed the box to Lea, his voice impatient. "Put it on.