Reborn, I Divorced My Cruel Husband

ushing in Eleanor Sinclair's ears. A metallic taste coated her tongue. Blood. Her

losing her!" Dr. Miller's

delivery room blurred into a blinding star. A franti

erectomy, it's the only way!" Dr. Mil

ity, held a phone to her ear. "I'

the nurse's scrubs. Her voice was a dry rattle. "Call Damian.

redialed. The room held its breath, the only sound the frant

tally clear. Mr. Hayes, Damian's assistant. "Mr. Carlis

an his wife bleeding to death. Mor

ished. A physical sensation, a final surrender. The frantic beeping of t

ed. The cold receded. Dr. Miller's voice announc

own from the ceiling. She saw her own body, pale and still on the bloo

fe. Holidays spent alone. Standing by silently as Carlisle Holdings acquired her family's compan

a physical force, crashed over her. It wasn

urned through the darkness. I would neve

nt, pulling sensation, a vorte

s flew open. She was on her back, staring at a familiar ceiling. The sheets

at bolt upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. Th

nnual real estate auction. The day Damian would bring Ashley White, his new favorite charity case. The day a piece of derelict Br

k of her hand, hard. A sharp, grounding

entered. "Mrs. Carlisle, I've prepared the

neutrals curated to reflect Damian's preference for a wife who was elega

old, indifferent voice echo

d was quiet, but it landed

g. She walked past the rows of beige and cream, to the very back of the clo

et silk with a dangerously low back. It w

ear thi

arlisle... Mr. Carlisle prefers

aw a young, beautiful face. Eleanor saw a ghost who had clawe

for myself tod

e pristine white bedspread. It looke

acquiring the Crescent Bay property. Then, once her foundation w

Damian C

something in Eleanor's gaze, a hardness th

s," Eleanor said, her tone

treated. A small shift, but the power i

and. It would be Hayes, a polite reminder to be on h

ama of power and ambition. In her last life, sh

would build h