Reborn to Ruin Him The Ex-Wife's RevengeChapter 1
My best friend had a thing for matchmaking.
To broadcast her love story with the richest man in the city, she paired everything in their house: toothbrushes, slippers, you name it. And now, apparently, I was the next item on her list.
"It's called a power couple! My assistant and my boyfriend's right-hand man. A match made in heaven!"
In my previous life, that absurd setup had forced Stan Delgado into marrying me.
For three years after the wedding, he treated me like a queen. He doted on me, spoiled me rotten, and made me believe I'd actually married for love.
Then came the day I went into labor at ten months, hemorrhaging on the delivery table, begging him to come to the hospital and sign the surgical consent form.
On the other end of the line, he laughed. A cold, contemptuous laugh.
"A beggar's bastard? You think that's worth my signature?"
My blood ran cold as he dismantled three years of marriage, word by word:
"Weren't you the one who went along with your little friend's matchmaking game? Annette and I are the real match. As for someone like you, you belong in the gutter with the rest of the trash."
On our wedding night, the man who'd shared my bed was a homeless stranger. Stan had spent three years weaving a web of lies, all to destroy me for Annette Simmons's sake.
I closed my eyes on that operating table, filled with despair and hatred.
When I opened them again, I was back. Right here. The exact day my best friend had insisted on playing matchmaker.
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Leona Fox was chattering away beside me.
"Jade Kaufman, what do you think of Clyde's executive assistant, Stan Delgado?"
"He's Clyde's most trusted man. Gorgeous, too. You two would be absolutely perfect together!"
I stared at the scene before me, nails digging into my palms until the skin broke.
The sharp sting confirmed it. I was really alive again.
In my last life, Leona had been so eager to show off her relationship with Clyde Henson that she'd dragged me into this ridiculous "power couple" scheme.
Out of respect for years of friendship, I'd gone along with it. Let myself be talked into giving Stan a chance.
Stan was a master of disguise.
He'd played the perfect gentleman, attentive to my every need, thoughtful in every way.
Three years of marriage, and he'd been nothing but devoted. I'd genuinely believed I was a happy woman.