Part 1Reborn, I Destroyed My Vile Wife and Took Back Everything

Opening my eyes, I found myself back on the exact day I was supposed to sign my life away.

In my previous life, I listened to my wife, Serena, blindly. But the very second she got my signature on the asset transfer, she conspired with her lover to orchestrate a fatal car crash, sending me plunging into the freezing river.

What I could never forgive, what truly damned her in my eyes, was what she did next. She cut off the funding for my critically ill mother's life-saving medication, leaving her to die in agony. And she ruthlessly terminated our three-month-old unborn child without a single ounce of remorse.

Right now, Serena walked into the bedroom holding a warm glass of milk. She forced a luxury fountain pen into my palm, her voice dripping with sickly sweet affection. "Babe, if you just sign this paperwork, I'll finally believe you truly love me."

I stared at her hypocritical, beautiful face for a few seconds before a cold chuckle escaped my lips.

Then, without a moment of hesitation, I signed my name on the dotted line.

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She leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "You're the best husband in the world! I'm going to go make you a special breakfast!"

Clutching the documents, she practically skipped out of the bedroom, her footsteps light and eager.

I watched her back, the smile on my lips vanishing inch by inch.

I picked up my phone. It rang twice before my assistant answered. "Transfer all core patents to my mother's name immediately," I ordered. "Empty the corporate liquid funds and route them into our offshore accounts. Work through the night, bypass the standard auditors, and leave absolutely zero trace."

The line was dead silent for two seconds. "Understood, Mr. Wright."

I hung up the phone and let out a long, heavy breath. In this life, I was going to make them pay in blood.

During the day, I played the part of the doting, oblivious husband to perfection. Serena cooked, flirted, and chatted with me, wearing her mask of the perfect, loving wife without a single flaw.

She even rubbed her flat stomach, her eyes turning convincingly red as she whispered softly. "Babe, we're going to have a beautiful baby soon. I'm going to give you the healthiest, perfect little angel."

I smiled and agreed, but my eyes were completely devoid of warmth.

Deep in the middle of the night, a faint rustling sound woke me. The space beside me in bed was empty.

I didn't move. I waited until she tiptoed completely out of the master suite. Then, I slid out of bed and followed her barefoot, silent as a ghost.

The study door was left slightly ajar, a sliver of yellow light spilling onto the hardwood floor. I pressed my back against the wall and held my breath. From inside, I heard Serena's voice, trembling with suppressed excitement. "He signed it! He actually signed it!"

Next came the voice of her lover, Derek, oozing with greed and malice through the video call. "Let me see it!"

Just as I thought. They couldn't waste a single second once they had my assets in their sights.

"Once he's dead, this estate will be enough to keep us living like royalty for the rest of our lives!" Serena's eyes practically glowed with avarice.

Derek's next words made my blood boil so hot I nearly kicked the door down to snap his neck. "The brakes are already rigged. We just wait for him to take the coastal highway out by Westridge Canyon. There are so many blind hairpin turns out there. Once he goes over the cliff, not even God could save him."

The phantom sensation of freezing river water flooding my lungs and choking the life out of me surged back into my mind.

"His mother burned through twenty grand at the clinic just this month," Derek continued. "The second Gideon is dead, the first thing we do is pull the plug. We can't have her fighting us in probate court for the leftover assets."

Serena frowned slightly. "Isn't that a bit too cruel? It is his mother, after all..."

"Cruel?" Derek scoffed. "You didn't think it was cruel when you scraped his parasite of a kid out of your stomach, did you?"

Serena went dead silent.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. My heart felt like it was being crushed in a vice, the pain so intense I could barely breathe.

I silently retreated to the bedroom, slipped under the covers, and closed my eyes.

The next morning, Serena woke up earlier than usual. She stood in my walk-in closet, meticulously picking out a dark grey casual suit for me. With feigned innocence, she casually made a suggestion. "Babe, the weather is gorgeous today. Why don't we take a drive?" "How about Westridge Canyon?"

I sneered internally, but my face remained perfectly calm. I nodded. "Sure. I've been exhausted lately. A drive to clear my head sounds perfect."