All Chapters of After Rebirth, I Married His Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Nora Sinclair had always believed her marriage was a happy one.She and Richard Whitfield had spent decades treating each other with quiet respect, raising a bright, steady son together. After Sinclair Holdings merged with Whitfield Enterprises, the combined company had taken off, faster than either of them had dared to hope.Then Richard died. And his will was read aloud.Nora became a joke overnight.Because Richard had asked to be buried beside his first love, Vivian Cross.She wasn't an ex-wife. She wasn't even a widow of some earlier marriage. She was nothing, officially. Just a name from Richard's past.Except she wasn't entirely nothing. While going through his belongings, Nora had found photographs worn soft at the edges from being touched too many times, and letters gone yellow with age.Vivian smiled in every photo. The letters were signed with words meant only for someone loved.That was when Nora understood: the man she'd shared a bed with for thirty years had never fully

Nora turned toward the voice. It belonged to Richard's uncle, Nathaniel Whitfield, the man who currently ran Whitfield Enterprises.He had a presence that filled the room without trying, though up until now he'd said nothing, content to stand at the edges and watch.Nora remembered him from her last life. He was the one who'd built Whitfield Enterprises into something untouchable. After she and Richard had married, the company had split in two, half to Richard and Nora, half to Nathaniel.Her half, merged with Sinclair Holdings, had become Whitfield-Sinclair Group. She'd worked herself half to death just to stand anywhere near the empire Nathaniel built on his own.He was, simply, one of the most formidable businessmen she'd ever known.In her last life, even in his fifties, he'd remained sharp, elegant, and completely unmarried. Silver-haired and devastatingly composed, he'd once told a reporter on camera, flatly, that he had no interest in women.So if he was offering himself now, w

“Mr. Whitfield, ma’am, we’ve arrived.”The car stopped. The assistant stepped out first and opened the door.Nathaniel seemed pleased with how she’d been addressed. Nora just felt strange hearing it.Then came the staff, a full line of them at the entrance, bowing in unison and “strange” upgraded to “mortifying.”“Welcome home, Mrs. Whitfield!”As the chorus faded, an older man stepped forward, silver hair, neatly trimmed beard, somewhere north of fifty.“Good evening, ma’am. My name is Edmund Whitmore. You can call me Mr. Whitmore, or just Edmund if you’d prefer. Anything you need for the house, come to me directly. Here’s my card.”“I’ve already sent his contact to your phone,” Nathaniel added.Something in Nora’s chest warmed at that, unexpectedly.Richard had never made her feel like this. Even though the Sinclairs hadn’t needed the Whitfields, Richard had always treated her like a guest who’d overstayed her welcome, someone tolerated, not welcomed. She’d handled every detail of t