Trapped in His Cruelty,A Rebirth I Can't Escape

When my husband opened his mouth again, announcing he was taking his precious first love to watch the sunrise at the beach,

I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene.

I just calmly reached for the unopened box of condoms on the nightstand and slipped it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

Oliver Gilbert's hand froze on the door handle. He stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

“Vivian Mercer, what the hell is wrong with you?”

I smiled. Said nothing.

Nothing was wrong with me. I hadn't lost my mind.

I had simply been reborn.

This time, I wanted a different ending.