Reborn: His Turn to Beg

I died on my husband’s orders. My five‑month baby was torn from me, limb by limb, on an operating table he approved. My sister was left a vegetable after he paid men to break her. I was thrown into prison for a crime I didn’t commit, then dragged back to donate my kidney to the woman who destroyed us both. When I finally collapsed on a freezing street, wearing a humiliating sign around my neck, he didn’t even blink. Then I woke up. One year before the nightmare began. Lying next to him on the very night he first believed her lies. His hand is already reaching for me. This time, I don’t cry. I don’t beg. I smile. He thinks I’m still his broken wife. He has no idea that tonight, the hunter becomes the prey. And when he finally falls to his knees? His turn to beg.