My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me backUpdated at Jul 4, 2026, 15:06
I died on my wedding anniversary.
The wine tasted strange, but I still drank it.
Maybe a part of me already knew something was wrong… but I was too used to ignoring the signs.
Too used to pretending everything was fine.
Three years of marriage taught me that.
Three years of loving a man who never loved me back.
As I collapsed onto the cold marble floor, struggling to breathe, I reached out to the only person who mattered.
My husband.
Ethan Blackwood.
I thought—just this once—he would choose me.
But instead, I heard his voice.
Cold. Distant. Unfamiliar.
“She poisoned herself.”
That was the moment I understood.
I was never his choice.
Not in life.
Not even in death.
If I had another chance…
I would never love him again.
When I opened my eyes, I thought it was the afterlife.
But it wasn’t.
It was my bedroom.
The same room I lived in three years ago.
Before the marriage broke me.
Before I lost everything.
Before I died.
At first, I thought I was dreaming.
Then I realized something terrifying.
I wasn’t dreaming.
I was back.
This time, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t question it.
I didn’t hesitate.
I got out of bed, walked straight to Ethan’s office, and asked for a divorce.
No explanation.
No emotion.
Just a decision.
And for the first time in my life—
He looked at me.
Really looked at me.
As if trying to figure out who I was.
But in the end, he still let me go.
Just like before.
It should have hurt.
But it didn’t.
Because this time, I remembered everything.
Every lie.
Every betrayal.
Every moment I was pushed aside like I didn’t matter.
Especially by her.
Chloe Laurent.