Rising from Ashes: Reborn 17
READING AGE 16+
"Where is Max?"
I lay in the hospital bed anxiously wondering where my husband was.
His mistress Arabella stood in front of me and sneered, showing her ghost-like teeth.
"Your last importance has disappeared. Max asked me to give this to you." She threw a divorce agreement in front of me.
"No! This is impossible!" I cried and roared.
"You innocent little thing. Do you think Max really loves you? Don't you know why you are like this?" Arabella laughed condescendingly.
It suddenly dawned on me that every accident I had ever had since Max and I got married had been framed by them.
First, a string of car crashes that left both my hands paralyzed, which ruined my career as a doctor. Then, I got pushed off a building while I was pregnant, and we lost our baby. I nearly bled to death. Incredibly, some i***t messed up in surgery, severing my spinal cord nerves. I became a prisoner in my own body, giving Max the chance to take over my family's company!
"You! How could you be so mean! How could you do this to me!" I glared at Arabella with hatred and wanted to tear her into pieces, but I couldn't move at all.
"Go to hell!" Arabella yelled, throwing a blunt object at me.
My head buzzed, and then I smelled a strong smell of blood. When I closed my eyes, I thought I had been smashed to death by her.
However, after the severe pain passed, I woke up again.
I found myself in a high school classroom, and my best friend Leelu said in my ear: "Mayella, don't sleep! Max is waiting for you at the door!"
I looked out in surprise and saw Max waiting for me at the door with his shoulder bag on his back.
Max looked like a high school kid. He smiled at me, but I wanted to kill him.
When I discovered I could move my arms and legs, I realized I was reborn and back in high school. In a previous life, I met and fell in love with Max here.
Now it's great, God has given me another chance and everything can start again!
We'll see, Max.
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Mayella POV:
I stood before my mirror, the tension in the room almost palpable. My fingers hovered over the selection of clothes laid out on my bed—a physical manifestation of the choices that lay ahead. I'd initially thought of accompanying Dad, Arabella, and even Nickisha to this godforsaken meeting with Infinity, but something gnawed……
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