Rebirth: The CEO’s Obsessive Love

Heavy rain washed over the grounds of Silent Oaks Cemetery as Elizabeth's spirit floated above the freshly erected tombstone.

The inscription on the grave marker read: [In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Winters, Cherished Wife of Daniel Wilson]

It made her stomach turn.

A beam of headlights cut through the rain curtain as several black sedans drove into the cemetery, their brakes screeching sharply.

Matthew Moore got out of the car, his face full of cold fury.

John Martin followed with a black umbrella, but Matthew shoved him away, letting the heavy rain pour down on him as he rushed to the tombstone, staring at it intensely.

"Who gave him permission to carve his name next to yours? Who allowed this!" Matthew's voice was hoarse as he pulled a dagger from his waist.

Matthew slammed the tombstone with the knife handle, his knuckles bleeding profusely, but he didn't care, striking again and again until the tombstone cracked.

"John! Set up the new tombstone for me! Right now!" Matthew turned and roared, his eyes bloodshot.

A few security guards rushed to bring over a new tombstone, already engraved with 'In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Winters, Cherished Wife of Matthew Moore.'

Elizabeth's spirit, hovering in mid-air, shuddered. After all the pain she had caused him, why would Matthew still do this?

Matthew knelt in the muddy ground, digging frantically at the burial soil with his bare hands, his fingernails instantly tearing back.

"Elizabeth, don't be scared, I'm getting you out. It's too dark in there, you're afraid of the dark, aren't you?" He muttered as he dug, his voice shaking badly.

John couldn't bear to watch anymore and knelt beside him, crying out: "Mr. Moore! Please stop digging! Ms. Winters has been gone for three days; let her rest in peace!"

"Get lost! She's not dead! I'll kill anyone who says she's dead!" Matthew kicked John over, his eyes full of murderous intent.

The rain poured harder, Matthew's ten fingers were a bloody mess, until finally, the black coffin was exposed.

Matthew collapsed against the casket lid, gasping for breath. Yet his movements became gentle and careful as he trembled, prying out the coffin nails one by one with his bare hands.

The coffin lid was pushed open, and a rotting smell rushed out, but Matthew didn't even frown.

Elizabeth's spirit drifted over and saw her own corpse—a gaping hole in her chest, empty eye sockets, a miserable death.

But Matthew's expression softened. He reached out his hand, gently touching Elizabeth's cold, stiff face, tears mixing with rain falling onto it.

"I'm sorry... Elizabeth, I came too late..."

Matthew suddenly turned to John: "Did you bring the things?"

John tremblingly handed over a wedding dress, a garment bag, and a still-bleeding thermal box.

Matthew opened the box—inside was a bright red heart.

A twisted smile curved his lips.

"Elizabeth, look, these are Daniel's eyeballs, and his beloved's heart. I got them all for you."

He carefully lifted the heart and gently placed it into Elizabeth's hollow chest cavity.

"He dug out your heart for that woman, so I dug out her heart to fill yours."

Elizabeth's spirit trembled violently. She wanted to embrace this foolish man, to tell him not to do this, but her hands only passed through his body.

She had married Daniel, completely breaking Matthew's heart. And what was the result?

After marriage, Daniel abused her.

Three days ago, he tied her to an operating table and, without anesthesia, dug out her heart for his beloved.

It turned out all his kindness to her was only because her heart was compatible with his beloved's.