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 paused, deciding

thought it was best to leave some dignity for

finally saw the man’s handsome face, which seemed like a masterpiece crafted by the god. Even sitting disheveled and unconscious in his wheelchair, he couldn’t hide his

man! What

to drape his torn pants

Emyr’s chest slipped out from under his

her eyes. After a moment’s thought, she moved

of Archangel Michael. The fierce expression and imposing figure on his chest stood in stark contrast

while. Then she buttoned up

long after she left, the man in the wheelchair slowly regained

his clothing, and the soreness in his legs

cold as he pressed the button on his wheelchair. A man in

scene before him, Tad Anderson, a top-tier bodyguard of

you were

word “violated” was swallowed back under

her. Cut her up and feed them

“Yes, boss!”

…

the guest room she

the door lay memories from her past life, ones she hadn’t had the courage

the floor, her family barged in, yelling accusations without understanding the situation, and the strangers

before pushing the door open and

she remembered—three men lay unconscious, naked, and tangled on the