Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The door of a flashy Maybach got kicked open. A guy in designer gear stormed out, his face twisted with rage. Fire blazed in his eyes.
Preston Fitzgerald.
The spoiled rich boy she'd busted her ass helping in her past life. The same bastard who'd given her shares then destroyed her.
"Charlotte, yesterday you swore you'd only marry me, and today you're hanging all over some other dude?!"
Preston ripped into her.
"What am I, just another guy you're stringing along? Didn't know you were such a player!"
Charlotte stared at that cruel face without any emotion.
Then she stepped up.
Slapped him hard!
Dead silence.
Preston grabbed his red cheek, eyes blazing. "Charlotte Pierce! You wanna die?! Nobody hits me!"
Preston was losing his shit, but Charlotte just looked down at her palm and suddenly laughed.
The slight sting told her everything. She was really back.
Charlotte ignored Preston completely. She took the massive diamond ring from Adrian's hand and slid it straight onto her ring finger.
Meeting Adrian's shocked stare, her eyes burned with determination.
"Adrian Blackwell, I'll marry you. I'm asking you—will you have me? If yes, come ask for my hand tomorrow."
Adrian froze.
After a long moment, his throat bobbed. He was about to answer, "Of course I—"
"Like hell!" Preston's nasty laugh cut him off.
Then Preston whipped out his phone and hit play. Explicit sounds suddenly filled the air.
"Hey Blackwell, let me clue you in—last night this chick and I went at it for hours in the penthouse suite. Nearly broke the damn bed."
"She's just my sloppy seconds. You're supposed to be some hotshot tech genius, and you're really gonna play cleanup crew for my leftovers?"
Charlotte's blood turned to ice.
The video showed her and Preston going at it hot and heavy in bed!
But she knew damn well she'd never slept with Preston. Not yet!
At this point in time, Preston had no reason to destroy her reputation.
Unless... Preston was reborn too!
But she couldn't think about that now—she had to clear this up fast.
Adrian was a total neat freak and crazy jealous. If he believed Preston's bullshit...
"Preston, you think some deepfake AI video is gonna work? We weren't together last night! You claim we were at a hotel—where's your proof?"
"Proof?" Preston's voice turned vicious.
"Charlotte, you've got that flower-shaped birthmark on your left breast. I remember it crystal clear, and the color is..."
"STOP!" Charlotte shook with rage.
Preston was actually reborn too!
Otherwise there's no way he'd know those intimate details.
But in this life, she was still the pure Pierce family heiress.
High society was all about reputation—if this got out, she'd be ruined!
Preston smirked coldly, his icy gaze shifting to Adrian.
"Get it now, Blackwell? Make sure you come toast us at our wedding."
Charlotte was sure Adrian wouldn't believe it. But when she looked at him, her heart sank.
Adrian stood there pale as death, staring at the video with bloodshot eyes. His jaw was clenched tight like he was fighting back pain.
Finally, his lips trembled as he forced out the words:
"Got it. I wish you both... all the happiness in the world. Sorry, I've got somewhere to be."
With that, Adrian yanked the diamond ring off Charlotte's finger and walked away.
His retreating figure looked completely broken.
"Adrian!" Charlotte tried to chase after him, but Preston grabbed her and dragged her into the Maybach, trapping her in the back seat.
"Stop chasing him, Charlotte. This time around, you're still gonna marry me."
Charlotte fought against his grip. "Marry you? What about your precious little mistress?!"
"Don't worry. After you, my wife in name only, meet your early death, I'll give her a proper wedding. And she'll get everything I have."
Preston leaned close to her ear, his voice like the devil himself.
"Charlotte, you're mine in life and death. Don't think you can climb up to Adrian to escape me. I won't give you that chance. Give up!"
With that, Preston roughly shoved her out of the Maybach.
The engine roared, tearing through the evening quiet as he sped away.
Preston Fitzgerald.
The spoiled rich boy she'd busted her ass helping in her past life. The same bastard who'd given her shares then destroyed her.
"Charlotte, yesterday you swore you'd only marry me, and today you're hanging all over some other dude?!"
Preston ripped into her.
"What am I, just another guy you're stringing along? Didn't know you were such a player!"
Charlotte stared at that cruel face without any emotion.
Then she stepped up.
Slapped him hard!
Dead silence.
Preston grabbed his red cheek, eyes blazing. "Charlotte Pierce! You wanna die?! Nobody hits me!"
Preston was losing his shit, but Charlotte just looked down at her palm and suddenly laughed.
The slight sting told her everything. She was really back.
Charlotte ignored Preston completely. She took the massive diamond ring from Adrian's hand and slid it straight onto her ring finger.
Meeting Adrian's shocked stare, her eyes burned with determination.
"Adrian Blackwell, I'll marry you. I'm asking you—will you have me? If yes, come ask for my hand tomorrow."
Adrian froze.
After a long moment, his throat bobbed. He was about to answer, "Of course I—"
"Like hell!" Preston's nasty laugh cut him off.
Then Preston whipped out his phone and hit play. Explicit sounds suddenly filled the air.
"Hey Blackwell, let me clue you in—last night this chick and I went at it for hours in the penthouse suite. Nearly broke the damn bed."
"She's just my sloppy seconds. You're supposed to be some hotshot tech genius, and you're really gonna play cleanup crew for my leftovers?"
Charlotte's blood turned to ice.
The video showed her and Preston going at it hot and heavy in bed!
But she knew damn well she'd never slept with Preston. Not yet!
At this point in time, Preston had no reason to destroy her reputation.
Unless... Preston was reborn too!
But she couldn't think about that now—she had to clear this up fast.
Adrian was a total neat freak and crazy jealous. If he believed Preston's bullshit...
"Preston, you think some deepfake AI video is gonna work? We weren't together last night! You claim we were at a hotel—where's your proof?"
"Proof?" Preston's voice turned vicious.
"Charlotte, you've got that flower-shaped birthmark on your left breast. I remember it crystal clear, and the color is..."
"STOP!" Charlotte shook with rage.
Preston was actually reborn too!
Otherwise there's no way he'd know those intimate details.
But in this life, she was still the pure Pierce family heiress.
High society was all about reputation—if this got out, she'd be ruined!
Preston smirked coldly, his icy gaze shifting to Adrian.
"Get it now, Blackwell? Make sure you come toast us at our wedding."
Charlotte was sure Adrian wouldn't believe it. But when she looked at him, her heart sank.
Adrian stood there pale as death, staring at the video with bloodshot eyes. His jaw was clenched tight like he was fighting back pain.
Finally, his lips trembled as he forced out the words:
"Got it. I wish you both... all the happiness in the world. Sorry, I've got somewhere to be."
With that, Adrian yanked the diamond ring off Charlotte's finger and walked away.
His retreating figure looked completely broken.
"Adrian!" Charlotte tried to chase after him, but Preston grabbed her and dragged her into the Maybach, trapping her in the back seat.
"Stop chasing him, Charlotte. This time around, you're still gonna marry me."
Charlotte fought against his grip. "Marry you? What about your precious little mistress?!"
"Don't worry. After you, my wife in name only, meet your early death, I'll give her a proper wedding. And she'll get everything I have."
Preston leaned close to her ear, his voice like the devil himself.
"Charlotte, you're mine in life and death. Don't think you can climb up to Adrian to escape me. I won't give you that chance. Give up!"
With that, Preston roughly shoved her out of the Maybach.
The engine roared, tearing through the evening quiet as he sped away.
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