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,

to leave some dignity for

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

perfect man!

muttered, bending down to drape his torn pants over him and fasten his

Emyr’s chest slipped out from under

a moment’s thought, she moved the pendant aside and pulled down his

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

while. Then she buttoned up

left, the man in the

the disheveled state of his clothing, and the soreness

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

he saw the scene before him, Tad Anderson, a

you were

swallowed

her. Cut her up and feed

“Yes, boss!”

…

room she had left earlier and

past life, ones she hadn’t had the courage

their clothes scattered across the floor, her family barged in, yelling accusations without understanding the situation, and the strangers mocked them

pushing the door open

was just as she remembered—three men lay unconscious, naked, and tangled on the bed, the sight just as revolting as it