Reborn My Husband's 'Therapy' With His First Love Was a LieChapter 1

The tenth time I saw my husband wrapped around his childhood sweetheart, something inside my skull detonated.

Images flooded in like a film on fast-forward, every frame searing through my mind. The same scene. The same cloying scent. And Oliver Delgado wearing that same look of blissful devotion.

I tightened my grip on the pregnancy test results in my hand. This time, I didn't bolt with tears burning my eyes.

And I didn't rush forward to slap Oliver across the face.

I had been reborn.

Reborn on my wedding anniversary. The tenth time I'd watched my husband perform his so-called "desensitization therapy" on Mamie Winfield with my own eyes.

In this life, Oliver still climbed out of bed with that same irritated scowl, shrugging on his shirt as he barked at me.

"Bernice, what are you doing lurking in the doorway like that? How am I supposed to help Mamie with her treatment if you're standing there?"

I unclenched my fists, letting the crescent marks in my palms sting, and thrust the pregnancy report at him with a cold smile.

"Oliver Delgado, I'm here to deliver our divorce papers."

"Before we finalize things, just sign this. The baby and I? You can have neither."

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Mamie immediately sat up from Oliver's arms. Her cheeks were still flushed crimson, and her gaze flicked to me, all timid innocence.

"Bernice, please don't be angry. It's my fault for being so sickly. Oliver only holds me because he feels sorry for me. He's just treating my condition."

Her eyes reddened on cue. She leaned her delicate frame against Oliver's shoulder, then tilted her face just so, making sure I got a full view of the bruised trail of kiss marks down her neck.

In my last life, I'd swallowed it all when I saw this. I believed Mamie's allergies were real, that Oliver was just honoring their childhood bond by helping her.

I endured his nights away from home. I endured watching him murmur sweet reassurances to her.

But in the end, I discovered Mamie's allergy was a lie.

When I tried to expose the truth, she shoved me off the second-floor balcony. I died on impact. So did my baby.

And Oliver? He cradled his terrified Mamie and whispered, "Don't be scared. If anything comes of this, I'll sign a forgiveness statement as her next of kin. I'll protect you."