Reborn: The Unwanted Bride's Daring Comeback

I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.

Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.

He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.

When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.

I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.

I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.

My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.

The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?

Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?

As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.

I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.

The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.

This time, I didn't cry or beg.

"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."

Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.