Rebirth: Winning Back My Husband
Aveline thought she knew what love was. She betrayed her husband Lucian—the cold, controlling man her family forced her to marry—for the warmth and passion of her true love. She sacrificed everything to make her lover happy, even agreeing to a divorce to finally be free.
But freedom came with a price written in blood.
Her lover, the man she'd risked it all for, betrayed her with her best friend. And then he killed her.
Aveline died filled with regret, her last thought of the husband she'd destroyed—the only man who had ever truly tried to save her.
Then she opened her eyes again.
Reborn, Aveline is given an impossible second chance. She knows the truth now: Lucian's coldness hid a love so deep he married her to protect her from the monster she couldn't see. His silence was sacrifice. His control was care. And she repaid him with betrayal.
Now Aveline will do anything to make things right—to win back the husband she never deserved and build the marriage she destroyed.
But Lucian is done.
His love has limits, and she crossed every single one. The divorce papers are ready. His heart is locked behind walls she built with her own cruelty. And he refuses to be hurt by her again.
Aveline must prove she's changed while her murderous ex-lover circles back, expecting her devotion. She must break through Lucian's ice while carrying the secret of her rebirth alone. She must earn back a love she never valued
Can you fall in love with your own husband? Can you undo betrayal?
In this heart-wrenching tale of second chances, redemption, and discovering love where you least expect it, Aveline must fight for the marriage she once threw away—and the man she was too blind to see.
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Chapter: Chapter 16: What She WantsThe office fell into silence once more.The lunch plates had long been emptied. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the afternoon sun drifted westward, casting long shadows across the skyline. The city bustled beneath them, oblivious to the strange stillness inside the executive office.Neither of them spoke.Lucian sat behind his desk, one hand resting lightly against the armrest of his chair. His documents remained open before him, untouched. His attention had not returned to work.Across from him, Aveline sat quietly, her fingers loosely folded in her lap.The silence wasn't comfortable.But neither of them seemed willing to disturb it.Several long moments passed before Lucian lifted his eyes.His gaze settled on her. Calm. Unreadable."What do you really want?"His voice was low, carrying through the quiet office with effortless authority."You've been acting differently ever since you woke up."His eyes flickered briefly toward the empty lunchbox."You cooked. You came here. Y
Last Updated: 2026-06-30
Chapter: Chapter 15: The OfferingLucian held Aveline's gaze for a second.Then his eyes shifted.He looked at Katie. His voice was flat, devoid of inflection—the kind of cold that didn't need to raise itself to be felt."Get out."Katie blinked. Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked at Aveline—a quick, instinctive glance—waiting. In the old days, Aveline would have defended her. Would have said she's my friend, Lucian, you can't speak to her like that. Would have turned on him, as she always did, and made him the villain.But Aveline didn't look at her.Didn't move.Didn't speak.Her eyes were fixed on something in the middle distance—the window, the city, nothing. She might as well have been alone in the room.Lucian's voice came again, each word distinct and deliberate."I said. Get. Out."Katie's hand clenched at her side. She walked to the door without looking back. The click of her heels faded down the corridor.The door swung shut.Silence.Lucian exhaled slowly through his nose. Not a sigh—just a breath. H
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Chapter 14: The LunchThe days passed in a particular kind of silence. Not the silence of peace. The silence of absence. Aveline counted it by the light moving across her bedroom floor. Morning—pale gold through the curtains. Afternoon—long shadows stretching toward the door. Evening—the slow grey dimming that meant another day had closed without him in it. She asked the housekeeper. At work, madam. She asked the butler the next morning. Not yet, madam. She stood at the window each evening and watched the gates at the end of the drive. They opened sometimes—for deliveries, for staff. Each time, her chest did something involuntary. Each time, it was not him. On the second night she fell asleep in the chair by the window, her cheek pressed against the cold glass. She woke at some grey early hour to find the drive empty and the lamp still burning and nothing changed. She didn't ask again after that. The following day, Aveline went to the kitchen before the staff arrived. The room was vast—i
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: chapter 13: Back homeThe days blurred.Wake. Eat. Sleep. Watch him work. Exchange a few quiet words. Eat again. Sleep again.The nurses came and went. They checked her vitals, changed her IV, adjusted her pillows. They moved with hushed efficiency, their eyes careful to avoid the man in the corner.Lucian's orders. No visitors. No exceptions.Damien and Katie didn't come back.Aveline didn't ask about them. She didn't care.---On the fifth day, she tried to sit up too quickly.Her vision went grey. The room tilted. She reached for the bedside table to steady herself—and missed.A hand caught her before she fell.His grip was firm around her arm. Steadying. His other hand pressed against her back, guiding her upright. She felt the heat of his palm through the thin hospital gown. Felt the strength in his fingers."Slowly," he said.His voice was close. She looked up.His face was inches from hers. Close enough to see the faint shadows beneath his eyes. Close enough to count the lines of tension around his
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: Chapter 12: The Quiet DaysThe door clicked shut. The sound was soft, final—a seal between them and the world outside. Aveline felt Lucian's hand still at her waist, steadying her, waiting for her legs to hold her weight. She leaned into him without thinking, and he absorbed her weight without comment. Then he guided her forward. His steps were measured, unhurried. Each footfall deliberate. When they reached the bed, he turned her gently, his hands finding her shoulders, easing her down onto the mattress. The sheets rustled beneath her. He lifted her legs, one at a time, and swung them onto the bed with the same impersonal efficiency a nurse might use. The blanket came up. He tucked it around her hips, then her waist. His fingers brushed her shoulder as he adjusted the pillow behind her head. He didn't meet her eyes. "There," he said. Quiet. Flat. He turned. His footsteps crossed the room—seven strides, she counted—and stopped at the window. The chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it out. He sat
Last Updated: 2026-06-28
Chapter: The Turning PointThe silence that followed was complete. Katie's smile froze. Damien's carefully composed concern flickered—just for a moment, just a crack—before he smoothed it back into place. Aveline stood in the doorway and said nothing. She didn't need to. That look—cool, unhurried, ancient with a knowledge they couldn't name—passed over them both like a blade drawing slowly across skin. Not angry. Not wounded. Just... aware. Terribly, quietly aware. Then she blinked, and it was gone. What replaced it was exhaustion. Real, bone-deep exhaustion that buckled her knees without warning. Lucian moved before she could fall. He was at her side in three steps, one arm sliding around her waist, drawing her weight against him with the practiced steadiness of a man who had caught her before and intended to catch her again. His hand settled at her side—careful, firm—and he said nothing. Just held her. Aveline let herself lean into him. It was the easiest thing she had done in three years.
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
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