Reborn to Wreck My Sister's Fairytale - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

He showed up looking exhausted and rushed—clearly having dropped everything to get here.
I quickly tucked my hair over my swollen left cheek. Not because I was scared.
Because I didn't want the Clarks to know how much Dominic cared about me.
If they found out, they'd hound him to help with the company's IPO. Next thing, they'd be begging him to bankroll Jaxon's startup.
Dominic owed them nothing. Neither did I.
Cutting ties was the right move.
I waved at Dominic to stop. The moment the car halted, I yanked the door open and slid inside.
"Let's go, honey," I said, buckling up.
Confusion flickered across his face, but he didn't ask questions. Just started the car.
As we pulled away, I caught Madison's stunned reflection in the rearview mirror—gaping on the roadside.
She was probably losing it over me sitting in the front seat.
Her dream seat.
In her past life, Dominic had refused her that spot for ten years, even while letting other women ride shotgun. She'd sobbed to Sarah about it endlessly.
Yet here I was—the woman who supposedly had a terrible relationship with him—claiming that sacred space.
Madison must be seething.
Her text buzzed in immediately: [Charlotte, what did you say to Dominic? Why is he listening to you?]
I smirked. Oh, he doesn't just listen to me. He's nothing like the cold-hearted man from before. And guess what? Jaxon's never going to make it big. That's the real twist.
Did she really think marrying Jaxon first this time would guarantee her a life of luxury?
My fingers tapped the screen as I deleted Madison's contact—then every single Clark.
Done. No more ties.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Dominic asked, noticing my silence.
"Nothing."
"No, something's up." He pulled over, wrapped me in his arms, and murmured, "Your parents must be upset I didn't come with you. I'm sorry. I'll call them right now—"
He reached for his phone.
I cut him off. "Honey, I'm starving."
"What?" He checked the time—4:30 PM. "You're hungry now? Didn't you have lunch?"
"Lunch?" I shrugged. "They didn't even let me inside the house."
"What?!" Fury darkened his face—then his gaze landed on my swollen cheek. "Who hit you? Tell me."
"One slap to sever ties. Fair trade," I said lightly, taking his phone and deleting the Clarks' contacts.
Dominic's expression twisted with guilt. He kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby. This won't happen again. I swear."
I nodded hard, then pointed at a restaurant ahead. "They have crawfish!"
He parked instantly.
Two plates of spicy crawfish later, with the whole Clark drama spilled between bites, the weight in my chest finally lifted.
"Wait here, baby. One quick call." Relief softened Dominic's face as he saw me smile again.
I knew he wanted to unleash hell for me. "Don't go nuclear yet," I said. "Let me handle it first. If I can't, then you step in."
Madison's downfall is coming.
In my past life, when Jaxon's streaming "career" began, Thomas had dumped the Clark Group's mess on me—claiming it was my inheritance.
Reality? The company was a sinking ship. Warehouses stuffed with defective, expired products. Mountains of debt.
Outwardly glamorous, inwardly bankrupt. Madison's wedding dowry wouldn't even cover the interest.
But she was convinced Jaxon would be a superstar. And to humiliate me in front of Thomas and Sarah, she'd bleed herself dry to keep the Clark Group afloat.
Jaxon's true colors? He'd take handouts but crumble under pressure to reciprocate.
Sure enough, within a month, their fights began—first at home, then at the office, terrifying employees. Some even quit.
By Thanksgiving, Thomas—who'd once screamed "Get out, you're no daughter of mine!"—called Dominic from a new number, acting oblivious to our block.
"Dominic! Thanksgiving's coming. When are you and Charlotte visiting? Sarah's cooking your favorites!"
Like we'd ever return.
Dominic glanced at me. I shook my head hard.
I'd been disowned. Why pretend?
"Sorry, booked solid. Won't have time till next year," Dominic said, hanging up.
Christmas Eve brought more drama: Madison publicly slapped Jaxon, calling him a "useless leech." He stormed off, but she chased him down—only to catch him flirting with streamers live on air.
Their fights escalated. The platform banned him. He switched accounts, then drunkenly harassed female streamers. When victims filed complaints, Madison photoshopped evidence to frame them instead.
She actually thought controversy equaled fame.
Forcing Clark Group products into Jaxon's streams backfired spectacularly. Subpar goods + his arrogance = instant backlash.
When inspectors came, Madison screeched: "You idiots! My husband's about to blow up! You'll beg him later! Reinstate his account NOW!"
She demanded millions in "compensation." The staff called the cops.
Even in custody, Madison acted like a delusional queen. On day four, she hissed to Thomas: "This is Charlotte's doing!"
Seriously? In the past, Jaxon's success came from my grueling work. She expected overnight fame with zero effort? Now it's my fault she failed?
Time for a lesson.
My brother Brandon—a top litigator—helped me sue Madison for defamation (using her fake Dominic-cheating screenshots). No damages sought—just a public apology.
The day of her forced press conference, I was wedding-dress shopping across the street.
As she bowed in humiliation, Dominic lovingly adjusted my veil, his adoration unmistakable.
Madison snapped.
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
She bolted from the crowd, charging into the bridal shop. "Dominic, what the hell are you doing?"—like she had any claim over him.
I leaned into Dominic, whispering:
"Pathetic."