My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 3 Shameless

Emyr returned home six months ago. He had already become disabled and was dependent on a wheelchair upon his return.

Upon Charmaine’s return to the Nelsons, she learned of the engagement. Both Nelsons and Reads were around at the time. Leah made a casual but regretful remark, “If Mr. Emyr had come back earlier, I could have married into that family, and then Chara could have stayed home to spend more time with our parents.”

As soon as these words left Leah’s mouth, Olympia’s expression hardened.

She playfully scolded, “You can’t marry him. If you did marry that … how could you live for the rest of your life?”

Charmaine’s eyes fixed on Olympia’s mouth as it silently formed the word ‘trash’. Out of courtesy and upbringing, she held back the words, but the disdain on her face was unmistakable.

Leah glanced at Charmaine, hesitating before saying, “But Chara … she … ”

Olympia frowned and said, “Chara’s just come home; she doesn’t even know the rules. We’ll discuss the engagement later.”

At the time, Charmaine had believed Olympia would make plans for her future. Now, with her affection for family gone, she saw things clearly.

Leah couldn’t marry the trash when she was left for ‘later’.

In her previous life, if nothing had happened tonight, her marriage arrangement with Emyr wouldn’t have changed.

Therefore, using her fiancé as an antidote in her moment of desperation didn’t seem wrong.

After getting some rest, her trembling legs felt somewhat better. Charmaine was about to leave.

took a step but

was best to leave some

a masterpiece crafted by the god. Even sitting disheveled and unconscious in his wheelchair, he couldn’t hide his natural aura

man!

drape his torn pants over him

pendant on Emyr’s chest slipped out from

moment’s thought, she moved the pendant aside and

chest was a vivid tattoo of Archangel Michael. The fierce expression and imposing figure on his chest stood

while. Then she buttoned

she left, the man in

around him, the disheveled state of his clothing, and the soreness in his legs all clearly indicated what had

the button on his wheelchair. A man in black quickly entered

Anderson, a top-tier bodyguard of the

you were

was swallowed back under

was icy as he commanded, “Find her. Cut her

“Yes, boss!”

…

to the guest room she had left

memories from her past life, ones she hadn’t had the courage to revisit

family barged in, yelling accusations without understanding

before pushing

naked, and tangled on the bed, the