Rebirth and Divorce
The piercing sound of an ambulance siren cut through the bustling city streets.
Anna Morgan lay inside the ambulance, her consciousness gradually fading. The muffled voices of doctors and nurses reached her ears.
A nurse took her phone, and soon, Anna heard the nurse making a call—
"Is this Mrs. Anna Morgan's husband? Your wife has been in a car accident and is on her way to the hospital. Please..."
"Is she dead?"
The nurse’s voice was interrupted by the cold, emotionless tone of the man on the other end of the line.
The nurse hesitated for a moment, instinctively replying, "Not yet."
"I'm busy. Let me know when she's dead so I can arrange to collect the body."
"Hello...?"
Beeeeep.
Before the nurse could finish speaking, the line went dead. The harsh tone reverberated through the ambulance, mocking Anna’s misguided affection from every angle.
Even though she felt her consciousness slipping away, she could still hear Charles’s words clearly, as if they were engraved in her mind.
She let out a bitter laugh and slowly closed her eyes.
Enough. Some people’s hearts are cold from the start; how foolish was she to think she could ever warm his?
Her hand finally fell limply to her side.
"The patient's heart has stopped beating..."
Anna sat up in bed, staring blankly at her smooth, unscathed hands. Her fair skin showed no signs of injury.
What’s going on?
Hadn’t she been in a car accident and rushed to the hospital?
Why, then, was she waking up in her own bedroom without a scratch on her?
At that moment, an unbelievable thought struck her.
She quickly looked up at the clock on the wall. The time displayed was—
January 1, 2024.
Had she... been reborn?
Though it was the kind of scenario that only happened in novels, it was the only explanation for why she was perfectly fine in her bedroom, and why the clock showed a time from a year ago.
Was this Heaven’s way of giving her a second chance, allowing her to make a different choice?
She thought of the cold, heartless words Charles had said before her death and let out a self-mocking laugh.
Suddenly, something came to her mind. She turned and opened the bedside drawer.
"As expected..."
Anna sneered as her eyes fell on the bold words: "Divorce Agreement."
This was the document that Charles’s lawyer had sent over yesterday. Even when it came to discussing divorce, Charles couldn’t be bothered to talk to her in person.
In her previous life, she had stubbornly refused to sign the divorce papers, leading to an increasingly strained relationship with Charles. For an entire year, Charles barely came home, and even when he did, he wouldn’t say a word to her.
She never understood what she was holding onto, insisting on maintaining a marriage that was dead in all but name.
She had clung to the hope that as long as she remained Charles’s wife, she would eventually win his heart.
But in reality, even as she lay dying in a car accident, Charles couldn’t be bothered to ask after her, and even... wished for her death.
Thinking of this, Anna felt a familiar dull ache in her heart.
Charles was like an executioner wielding a blade, expertly and ruthlessly cutting her heart to pieces over and over again.
Even though the pain was unbearable, she had refused to let go.
The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.
She reached into the drawer, pulled out the divorce agreement, and read it carefully.
While Charles had no love for her, he was indeed generous.
The divorce settlement alone was enough to ensure that she could live in luxury for several lifetimes.
After reading through the divorce agreement, she went to the study.
When she emerged from the study, she was holding a file folder. She then made a call to Charles’s lawyer.
"Attorney Brian Peterson, I’ve signed the divorce agreement and made a few modifications. Please have Charles review them. If there are no issues, have him sign it."
Bennett Global Enterprises.
The door to the CEO's office was knocked upon.
"Come in."
Bennett Global Enterprises' chief legal counsel, Brian Peterson, pushed open the door, carrying a file folder as he walked toward Charles Bennett. His expression held a hint of complexity.
Charles looked up from his paperwork and, seeing Brian, asked casually, "She still refuses to sign?"
His voice seemed to carry an inherent chill, and even when discussing divorce, his face showed no trace of emotion.
"No, Mrs. Morgan has already signed, but..."
Brian paused.
"But what?"
"Mrs. Morgan made some modifications to the property division."
Brian handed the file to Charles.
"Hah! Does she think I haven’t given her enough?"
Charles sneered.
As expected, she was just another greedy woman. No matter how much she claimed to love him, that love couldn't surpass the allure of money.
Brian pressed his lips together, saying nothing.
Charles didn’t wait for him to speak further. But when he opened the divorce agreement signed by Anna, he was momentarily stunned.
This agreement, compared to the stack of papers detailing the assets he had divided for her before, consisted of only one page.
It stated that Anna would leave with nothing—she was waiving all claims.
Additionally, there was a "Stock Transfer Agreement," which specified that the 5% stake in Bennett Global Enterprises that she held was to be transferred to Charles without compensation, along with a notarized document from the public office.
So, the Anna who had vehemently refused to divorce him yesterday, today had not only signed the papers but was also willing to walk away with nothing?
And on top of that, she was giving him back what should have been hers.
For a moment, Charles’s expression froze, unable to place what he was feeling.
What game is Anna playing now?
