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[Rebirth + Saving herself from being framed for AIDS + Protecting her son from a staged car accident + Revenge against her cheating ex and his mistress] After six years of marriage, Chloe Lewis had nothing to show for it—her husband Arthur Myers' heart was always stuck on his "one that got away". Enraged, she slammed down divorce papers, took their son, and walked away for good. Everyone mocked her, saying this "small-town girl" was digging her own grave by leaving a wealthy family. That was, until... The world's top luxury brand unveiled her as its founder. Descendants of a legendary martial arts family bowed to welcome their long-lost lady back to lead them. And the kicker? The mysterious world's richest man got down on one knee and proposed. "Chloe, I know I was wrong—please come back!" Arthur, utterly devastated, begged for forgiveness. But the live-stream comments blew up. Netizens shouted. [Mr. Myers, stop crying! Ms. Lewis just announced she's having a second baby with the billionaire!] Chapter 1 She's Done With This Blind Fool Chloe Lewis lay on the hospital bed, her face as pale as parchment, her eyes vacant and devoid of life. The monotonous beep of the ventilator was the only sound piercing the sterile silence. Her son, Robert Myers, was gone, killed in a car accident. In his final moments, the one person he had desperately wanted to see was his father, Arthur Myers. But Arthur had been busy—dining with his precious "sweetheart". The door creaked open abruptly, the sharp click-clack of high heels announcing the newcomers before they fully entered. Chloe's listless gaze shifted towards the sound, and she froze. There stood her husband, Arthur, alongside the woman he'd always pined for—Jennifer Williams. The very woman who had systematically stolen everything from her. A cold, cruel smirk twisted Jennifer's lips as she looked down at Chloe. "Arthur is mine now," she declared, her voice dripping with venom. "That little bastard of yours is dead. Arthur will be formally recognizing my son as his heir. And you... It's your turn to die." A single, hot tear escaped the corner of Chloe's eye, tracing a silent path down her cold cheek. Jennifer leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a poisonous whisper, "You want to know a secret? I had your little brat killed. I arranged the whole thing. And even if Arthur finds out, do you think he'll care?" She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Because... that child was never Arthur's to begin with. He never should have existed. His death was necessary. "And remember those men at the hotel? The ones who 'accidentally' assaulted you and gave you that nasty disease?" Jennifer's eyes glittered with malice. "That was no accident. I orchestrated that, too." What? Robert... not Arthur's child? What is she talking about? Chloe's eyes snapped wide, bloodshot and burning with a dawning, horrific understanding. She, the cherished daughter of the Lewis family, chosen personally by Arthur's grandfather, Charles, to be his granddaughter-in-law, had always put Arthur first. When he brought the ailing Jennifer home, Chloe had even bent over backwards to help her, all out of gratitude because Jennifer had once saved Arthur's life and fallen ill because of it. Every bit of her misery—all of it—was because of Jennifer. "Look at you," Jennifer sneered, her gaze sweeping over Chloe's frail form with disgust. "You're pathetic. Yet he still hasn't divorced you. It's infuriating." Pulling out her phone, Jennifer flashed a screen showing a message from Arthur, "Jennie, happy birthday. Your favorite gift is ready." Below the text was a picture of an extravagant, custom-made bouquet of roses. "See?" Jennifer waved the phone tauntingly. "The man you're so obsessed with doesn't give a damn about you. He's busy preparing my birthday present. Oh, and he's planning to propose. We're going to have the grandest wedding this city has ever seen. Nothing like your pathetic little secret marriage he's always been so ashamed of." Her smile widened, triumphant and vicious. "Pity you won't be around to see it. Consider today your death anniversary." Chloe's eyes bulged, her chest beginning to seize. The ventilator's steady rhythm turned frantic and erratic. She clutched at the thin hospital sheets, but her body was too weak, her strength utterly spent. A final, shuddering breath escaped her lips, her pupils dilated, fixed, and then... nothing. ***** "Mommy? What are you thinking about?" The sound of Robert's voice yanked Chloe violently back to the present. She blinked, disoriented. The harsh hospital lights were gone, replaced by the warm glow of sunlight. She was standing outside the bustling airport, holding Robert's small, warm hand in hers. The sunlight danced across his face, highlighting the innocent, vibrant life in his features. Tears instantly welled in her eyes. She dropped to her knees, pulling Robert into a crushing embrace, her voice thick and trembling. "Robert... I missed you so, so much..." Robert looked puzzled but gently patted her back. "Mommy, what's wrong? Weren't we just together?" Chloe looked up into Robert's clear, guileless eyes, a hurricane of emotions raging inside her. It was unbelievable, but it was true—she had been reborn. Back to the very day Arthur's beloved Jennifer returned to the country. It was also the day she had brought her own son home. In her previous life, Arthur hadn't been here to pick them up. He was here for Jennifer and her son, Jenarth Williams. He'd even brought them straight to Myers Manor. Back then, she'd been kind and welcoming to Jennifer and Jenarth, filled with a sense of obligation because Jennifer had saved Arthur and gotten sick. She'd felt her whole family owed Jennifer a debt. Jenarth. Jenarth! What a cruel joke. Her husband, Arthur, had doted on Jenarth, spending all his time with him and Jennifer, treating the boy so well that even Robert had felt jealous. Now, looking at Robert, Jennifer's dying words echoed in her mind—Robert wasn't Arthur's child! Her eyes narrowed. What was the truth here? She had been brought back to the Lewis family, and under Charles' arrangement, she'd had a child with Arthur and become his wife. Arthur had always been distant, but she'd tried her best to be the perfect wife, partly to repay Charles' kindness. But things had never gone her way. Today marked the beginning of her previous nightmare. This time, she would never let anyone hurt her or her child again. Just then, Arthur appeared at the arrivals gate, holding a massive bouquet of flowers. After a short wait, Jennifer emerged, holding Jenarth's hand. A smile broke out on Arthur's face. He handed the flowers to Jennifer, took her suitcase, and then knelt down to scoop Jenarth into a hug. Jenarth immediately wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. The scene was sickeningly sweet, like a perfect, happy family. Anyone watching would have thought they were the picture of domestic bliss. Chloe watched it all unfold with a chilling calm, but Arthur's behavior turned her stomach. "Dad went to pick up that woman," a young voice piped up beside her. It was Robert, having just checked something on a nearby flight information screen. "I just looked it up. She's Jennifer, a famous international pianist! They've known each other for years. Everyone says she's his precious sweetheart." Chloe's heart clenched. She remembered how, in her last life, Robert had tried to warn her, and she, naive and trusting, had actually defended Jennifer. Not anymore. Now, she saw right through the charade. "Daddy Arthur! I wanna play airplane!" Jenarth chirped, clinging to Arthur's shoulder. "Jenarth, don't call him that. It's Arthur, no daddy," Jennifer corrected, a faint blush on her cheeks as she smiled apologetically at Arthur. "No! I want Arthur to be my daddy! Daddy Arthur! Daddy Arthur! Daddy Arthur!" Jenarth whined, throwing a little tantrum. Jennifer's smile widened. "I'm so sorry about him. His biggest wish is to have a wonderful father just like you." Arthur simply chuckled, completely unbothered. "It's fine. If it makes him happy, he can call me whatever he wants. From now on, Jenarth can call me Daddy." Chloe watched, her disgust reaching its peak. She'd seen enough. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Arthur's number. Arthur, still holding Jenarth, fumbled for a moment before answering. "Chloe? What is it?" "Robert and I are at the airport." Chloe's voice was eerily calm, completely flat. "Sorry, something urgent came up at work. I'll send the driver to pick you up," he replied, his tone distracted and dismissive. "Don't bother." Chloe's reply was icy cool before she ended the call. "I'll have the driver—" Arthur began, but the line was already dead. He stared at his phone for a few seconds, stunned. Chloe had never hung up on him before. "So, Arthur, is this your so-called work emergency?" A cold, clear voice cut through the air. Arthur's head snapped up. There, standing right before him, was Chloe, holding their son Robert's hand. In that moment, Arthur completely froze, panic flashing in his eyes. "Looks like we're interrupting your touching family reunion." Chloe's gaze swept over him, her voice dropping to an arctic chill. "Arthur, let's get a divorce." Arthur's face darkened instantly. "Chloe, what the hell do you think you're doing?" What was she doing? The audacity of him to ask that. "Arthur," she said, her voice firm and final. "We're through." With that, she took Robert's hand and turned to walk away. She was done. Done with this blind, foolish man. Chapter 2 All for Nothing Where Arthur chose to take Jennifer was no longer Chloe's concern. Her entire world had narrowed to one person—Robert. She needed to uncover the truth behind Jennifer's venomous claims. Her mind drifted back to that fateful night years ago. Charles had called her in a panic—Arthur was drunk at a hotel and needed picking up. One thing led to another in the haze of that evening, and they ended up intimately entangled. That single night resulted in Robert. Charles had been overjoyed. He personally arranged their marriage, legally binding her to Arthur. The Myers family was immensely wealthy, and Arthur, as the CEO of Myers Group, was treated like corporate royalty. He was constantly traveling, rarely home, so a deep relationship never blossomed between them. To avoid complicating his work life, she agreed to a secret marriage, pouring all her energy into being a dutiful wife and mother. She did it all out of a deep-seated sense of gratitude. Charles was the reason she'd been welcomed back into the Lewis family, the reason her mother could finally be laid to rest with dignity. She felt she owed him everything. Now, staring at the DNA paternity test results for Robert and Arthur, Chloe let out a hollow, bitter laugh. The truth was undeniable. Robert truly was not Arthur's son. So... her entire marriage to Arthur had been a farce from the very beginning. Six years of her life, devoted to this man and this family—all of it, utterly meaningless. Robert peered at the numbers on the report, then tilted his little head up at Chloe. "Mommy, it looks like my daddy is somebody else!" Chloe felt a fresh wave of silence wash over her. The test confirmed Jennifer's cruel taunt—Robert wasn't Arthur's, meaning his biological father was another man entirely. But who? Who was the man from the hotel that night six years ago? Her clearest memory was waking up the next morning to a sleeping, hungover Arthur lying right beside her. Had she been deceived all along? Was it never Arthur at all? Did Charles know about this? She desperately wanted to confront him directly, but three months ago, he had taken a terrible fall down the stairs, hitting his head. He remained in a deep coma at the hospital. She remembered with chilling clarity—in three months' time, Charles would succumb to organ failure and pass away. And Arthur's power within the family would only solidify further. Charles was the only person in the entire Myers family who had ever genuinely cared for her. As for the rest... What a complete and utter joke. Chloe clenched the test report, her knuckles turning white as she fought to steady her breathing. Robert, sensing her turmoil, looked up and whispered, "Mommy, what are we going to do now?" Chloe gazed down at her son's earnest, worried face, her voice softening. "I'm going to divorce Arthur." This time, she wouldn't allow that blind, heartless man to put on any more pretenses in front of her. She wouldn't let some scheming woman playing the innocent victim harm the people she loved. She was done pretending. It was time to take her life back. Hearing this, Robert immediately broke into applause. "Finally, Mommy! I always thought you deserve better. He's not the only guy in the world. You don't have to stick around for someone who's that cold. Even if he were my dad, I'd say dump him! Not to mention he's not my dad!" Chloe couldn't help but smile at Robert's unexpectedly mature words. "Exactly!" Robert's grin widened. "So, Mommy, should we try to find out who my real dad is?" "Absolutely." Chloe's voice was firm, edged with a new coldness. "We have to." "When we find him, are we gonna make him be my daddy?" Robert asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "When we find him," Chloe tightened her grip on the report, a dangerous glint in her eyes, "I'll deal with him first." Whether it was a deliberate setup or a colossal, tragic accident, she was determined to settle the score with the man from six years ago. Even if he were dead, she'd see his ashes scattered to the four winds. ***** A convoy of black SUVs glided away from the airport. "Mr. Rosewood, here is the preliminary information on all the prominent families in Capaville. Since the news broke about Cosmos Group's expansion here, they've all been vying for a chance to partner with you." Bruce Brooks handed a thick dossier to the man in the back seat. Eugene Rosewood sat immersed in financial reports on his tablet. From his platinum cufflinks to his impeccably tailored suit, every detail exuded an aura of formidable power. "Mr. Rosewood, based on our initial assessment, Myers Group appears to be the strongest contender locally. If we must choose a partner here, they seem the most viable. Their CEO, Arthur Myers, has been particularly persistent in his efforts to secure a meeting. He'll likely learn of your arrival soon." "Hmm." That was the man's only response. Bruce understood the meaning behind that single syllable and didn't press further. Suddenly, a phone rang, shattering the quiet. Bruce glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately. "What is it?" Bruce's expression grew stern. "Understood." He turned back to the man in the seat behind him. "Sir, the base reports that 'Mr. Caesar' has attempted to breach our internal database again." Mr. Caesar—the enigmatic hacker known in the underworld as the Ghost in the Machine. Three months prior, Mr. Caesar had infiltrated a private Shadow account and siphoned off a hundred million dollars. Instead of pocketing the money, Mr. Caesar had anonymously donated the entire sum to disaster relief agencies, publicly crediting the "Shadow" for the donation. It was a brazen act of mockery, a direct challenge to their authority. As one of the most powerful forces in the underworld, Shadow could not let such an insult slide. Their Dark Web system was supposedly impenetrable. How had some rogue hacker managed this? The debt needed to be settled. Shadow had placed a hefty bounty on Mr. Caesar's head, but after three months, there were still no solid leads. Now that Mr. Caesar had surfaced again, Eugene's interest was undeniably piqued. "Were you able to trace the signal?" Eugene's gaze was as cold as ice. "We're trying. The connection lasted only a few seconds. After the last incident, we upgraded the system and enhanced our security protocols, including implementing a counter-tracking module. But Mr. Caesar is... exceptionally sharp. He detected the trace almost instantly and severed the connection." Bruce's voice was tense. "However, we did ascertain one thing—this time, Mr. Caesar was attempting to access our Genetic Database." At the mention of the Genetic Database, a dark shadow passed through Eugene's eyes. The genetic data stored on their Dark Web servers belonged to influential figures worldwide. A successful breach would not only shatter the Dark Web's reputation for security but also demolish Shadow's standing. "Intensify the search. I don't care about the cost or the method—find him." Eugene's voice was so frigid it seemed to freeze the very air in the car. "Yes, Mr. Rosewood." Bruce didn't dare meet his gaze. He swiftly relayed the orders and ended the call. ***** At Myers Manor, Robert sat intently before the computer, his small fingers flying across the keyboard. The streams of data flashing across the screen would be an indecipherable blur to most, but for him, it was child's play. Now that Chloe knew Arthur wasn't his biological father, Robert had taken it upon himself to secretly investigate the identity of his real dad. And for a prodigy like him... hacking into the most comprehensive Genetic Database was the fastest and most direct path to the answers they sought. Chapter 3 Severing the Strings Despite his young age, Robert possessed an extraordinary aptitude for learning. Computers were his playground—he could breach any system with effortless ease, having taught himself everything through sheer talent. In certain circles, he was known as the legendary "Mr. Caesar", a digital ghost who could uncover any secret. This time, he had hacked into the national medical database and run comparisons with all available records. Yet, the search returned nothing—no useful matches at all. The result left him deeply frustrated. He desperately wanted to help his mother, but the trail had gone cold. If the medical databases held no clues, then only two explanations made sense. Either his biological dad was already dead, or he was someone so secret his records were locked away. But if he was dead, Robert still wouldn’t feel satisfied. He'd want to make him suffer. Robert's fingers danced across the keyboard. Seeing the newly upgraded Dark Web system crumble once again under his assault, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. Seriously, who was in charge of Dark Web security these days? They were slacking. The so-called "upgraded" system was still garbage—they hadn't learned a thing from last time. Some people never change. Hidden deep within the Dark Web was the top-tier Genetic Database. If he could access that, he could uncover anything he wanted. Of course, that was only possible if the man was still alive. His small hands moved swiftly until suddenly, his expression tightened. Lines of garbled code flashed across the screen—he was being traced. A cool, confident smile curved his lips. Not bad—they were quicker this time. It seemed they were finally improving. He was just about to counter and break through their defenses when a servant's voice drifted upstairs. Arthur had returned. Hearing the commotion, Robert immediately logged off, shut down the computer, and hurried downstairs. In the lavishly decorated living room, Chloe sat at the table, gracefully steeping a pot of coffee. That was the scene Arthur walked in on. Seeing her enjoy coffee gave him pause. In his memory, Chloe had never liked such things. Today was... different. He recalled her words at the airport and glanced at the bag in his hand. It was a limited-edition purse. His assistant had originally sourced it for Jennifer's homecoming, but after Chloe saw him with Jennifer and made a scene, he'd ordered another one—for her. Women loved bags, didn't they? Give her one, and she'd calm down. "Mr. Myers," the servant greeted respectfully. Arthur nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes still fixed on Chloe. He had expected her to be furious—yelling, crying, making a scene the moment he returned. But she wasn't. She was quiet, so unnervingly quiet that the entire room felt heavy with silence. Arthur dismissed the servant. Soon, only the two of them remained in the living room. He walked over and sat on the sofa opposite her, deliberately placing the limited-edition bag right in her line of sight. Chloe didn't even glance at it. Being ignored irritated him. He broke the silence first. "Let's talk." Hearing his voice, Chloe set down the cup and met his gaze. "Do me a favor and sign this first." She pulled a document from a folder and slid it across the table—the divorce agreement. Arthur's eyes fell on the title, and his expression instantly turned to ice. "You're really going through with this?" He snatched the papers, skimmed through them, and frowned. "Are you done with this act? There's nothing between me and Jennifer. Do you have to make a scene everywhere—first the airport, now at home?" "If we're divorcing, why bother with the setup? I've already signed. Review the terms. If everything's acceptable, sign it." Her tone was calm and detached, devoid of any emotion—as if she were discussing something that had nothing to do with her. Arthur didn't even bother reading the document. He tossed it back onto the table, his voice cold. "You think you can just walk away whenever you want? I'm the CEO of Myers Group. You're the CEO's wife—a divorce involves complex interests. Not to mention the impact on the group's—" Before he could finish, Chloe cut him off. "Funny. I don't want a single thing from you. Not a cent of your family's money. I only want what's rightfully mine." Her voice remained steady. "It's clearly stated in the last clause—all I want is the 180 million dollars my mother left me. Grandpa made it clear before—that money was set aside for me before my mother passed. No matter what, it belongs to me." For a moment, Arthur was taken aback by her refusal of the Myers family fortune, but he quickly composed himself. He controlled assets worth billions of dollars, and here was Chloe claiming she didn't want any of it? Impossible. She kept emphasizing her mother's money, but compared to his wealth, that amount was trivial. She ought to know better. She was just putting on a show—trying to get his attention. Over the years, she had always played the part of the CEO's wife dutifully—staying out of the public eye, never interfering in his affairs, focusing solely on raising their child. Chloe had always been sensible—the ideal wife. Charles adored her. Clearly, she was protesting his lack of attention. "Jennifer's health isn't good. She has a chronic condition and needs constant medication. Raising a child alone hasn't been easy for her." Arthur paused, then added solemnly. "Back then, I nearly died in that accident. Jennifer risked her life to save me. I owe her." Chloe watched his performance of unwavering loyalty and almost laughed aloud. How easily those cold, cruel words rolled off his tongue. The mistake had been hers—she had been blind enough to bind herself to him in marriage. "You don't owe me any explanations. The moment I said it's over, it's over. Arthur, now that your dream girl is back, I'm making room for both of you. You should be thanking me." She pushed the divorce papers back toward him. "Just sign it. I'm sure she's waiting for you to finalize this." "Chloe! That's enough!" Arthur snapped. He was furious. He stared at her, searching her calm face for any trace of anger. He had expected an explosion, but all he found was icy resolve. For the first time, a voice in his head screamed—Chloe wasn't bluffing.

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