Reborn To Ruin My Ex‑Husband’s Empire

Synopsis

When Dominic Vance asked for a divorce for the 108th time, I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. His exhausted voice drifted into my ears. "We're done, Claire. Besides, Vanessa is pregnant. Dragging this out doesn't help anyone." In my past life, I refused to let go. I believed in our vows. I wanted to protect the business we built together and my own professional reputation. I had watched Vanessa slowly cross every boundary in my life, but to the rest of the world, I was just the crazy, clinging wife who wouldn't sign the papers. Until Vanessa gave birth. I had a complete breakdown at the hospital, and Dominic used that moment of emotional collapse to have me committed to a psychiatric facility. I was isolated. My trauma responses were documented as "Severe Paranoid Personality Disorder." That flawed evaluation deemed me a "danger to myself or others," crossing the legal threshold for an involuntary psychiatric hold. Right before I died, Dominic finally came to see me. He stood over my hospital bed, looking down at me with cold detachment. "If I'd known you were this paranoid, I never would have married you." Then I blinked, and I was back. In this life, nothing mattered more than surviving. "She’s pregnant. Name your price. You can have whatever you want, except the title of Mrs. Vance." Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose, preparing to end a negotiation he was already sick of. "If we can't settle this today, we'll do it next time. Until you're willing to—" "You don't have to." I cut him off. "And you don't need to ask for the 109th time. I'll sign."