Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 612

Sarah's eyes narrowed as she pieced it together. The roof - Charlie must have tampered with it. He was the one who hated her most.

Rainwater flooded the bed, the hole now larger than yesterday. Sarah clutched her abdomen as the pain intensified.

The blanket was soaked through, and the rain pounded harder by the minute.

The damp air worsened her condition. She stared ahead, her vision slowly blurring.

Why did it hurt so much?

A bone-chilling cold spread through Sarah's entire body. She flashed back to being drenched in the mountains, coughing uncontrollably.

What was happening to her?

Sarah couldn't make sense of it. It was as if she'd been transported back to that night - the piercing cold rain and those malicious eyes watching her suffer.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present. The water was rising around her; she could almost see herself submerged in it.

abdomen persisted as her mind drifted between past and present, both equally brutal

water. The basin she'd set out to catch the rain was overflowing, creating a small puddle

felt like they might freeze

cold..."

around herself, but they were already soaked through, offering no warmth except for the

at her consciousness as she clutched her head, unable

She couldn't let herself sink like

of rain hit her head, the cold shock jolting her back

stay in this broken house or she would

herself to remain calm, Sarah surveyed the dilapidated room, looking

rain outside intensified, as if

roof tiles had shattered. The structure, like a frail elder clinging to life, wouldn't last much

on Sarah's face. Through her pain and confusion, she heard

Who could it be?

the door, stumbling as she went. When she opened it, a man stood there holding an umbrella. The downpour had soaked his clothes, his hair

face she could never

you finally