Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!

“Anillegitimatechildwillalwaysbeanoutsider.”ForYuLixue,lifeintheYufamilywasoneofendlesshumiliation.Astheunwanteddaughterwithnomothertodefendher,shewastreatedlikeapawn,used,ignored,anddiscarded.Hertalents—herpaintings,hersongs—werestolenbyherstepmotherandconnivinghalf-sister,whoclaimedthemastheirown.Herlifewasaseriesofshadowsandsilence,livingundertheirlies.Butwhenherhalf-sisterfledanarrangedmarriagewithMoRan,apowerfulbutreclusiveman,thefamilyforcedLixuetotakeherplace.Onceagain,herwishesweredisregarded.HermarriagetoMoRanwascold,distant—anotherprisonshehadnochoicebuttoendure.Untilthenightshediedinamysteriousaccident,herpleasforjusticeburiedalongwithher.Yetfategaveherasecondchance.Rebornintothesameworldthatbetrayedher,Lixuereturnswithavow:shewilltakebackeverythingtheystole—herart,hervoice,herfreedom.AndwhenshereentershermarriagewithMoRan,hesurprisesherwithaproposition:hewillhelphergetrevengeagainstthosewhowrongedher.ButLixueiswary.Whyisthisman,whobarelyshowedheranywarmthbefore,nowofferingtostandbyherside?AstheyplotagainsttheYufamily,LixuerealizesthatMoRanhashisownreasonsforrevenge.Theiralliancebeginstoblurthelinebetweenallyandenemy,andshequestionswhetherhe’strulyonhersideorifhehashisownhiddenagenda.Inaworldfilledwithdeceitandbetrayal,YuLixuemustdecide:willsherisktrustingherhusband,orwillsheforgeherownpathtoreclaimwhat’shers,nomatterthecost?Excerpt:Lixuestareddownatthesteamingbowlofsouponthetable,blinkinginsurprise.MoRanplaceditbeforeherwithasteadyhand,hisusualcalmexpressionsoftenedjustslightlybyaflickerofsomethingunreadableinhiseyes.Shetriedtocatchhisgaze,buthe’dalreadyturnedaway,busyinghimselfwiththeteapot.“Whyareyou…?”shemurmured,glancingbetweenthebowlandhim,hervoicetrailingoff.Helookedup,meetinghereyeswithahintofamusement.“WhyamIwhat?”Shefumbledforwords,hercheekswarming.“Whyareyou…beingsonicetome?”Asmallsmileplayedonhislips,barelytherebutjustenoughtoleaveherheartfluttering.“Isitsostrangeforahusbandtobekindtohiswife?”Sheopenedhermouthtoreply,butnothingcameout.TheMoRansherememberedfromherpastlifehadbeenascoldaswinter,neversparingherasecondglance.Thisnewversionofhim,warmandconsiderate,leftherfeeling…confused.“Eat,”hesaid,hisvoicesoft.“Youdidn’teatmuchatbreakfast.”Shenodded,takingthespoonwithaslighttremorinherfingers.Thesoupwasrich,comforting—somethingshewouldhavelovedasachild.Thewarmthofitmeltedawayapartofherguardedness,leavingherstrangelyvulnerable.Asshesetdownherspoon,sheglancedathimagain,stillpuzzled.“What’sgottenintoyou,MoRan?”“…”“Let’sjustsayIwanttospoilyoumydarling..”Extratags:#Rebirth#FaceSlapping#SchemingSister#ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter