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In a world where love can be a weapon, Maggie Pruitt finds herself returning to a moment that could change everything. After a devastating earthquake steals her future, she awakens just moments before the disaster, armed with the painful knowledge of her past life. With a heart heavy from betrayal, she vows to rewrite her story—this time, she won’t be the discarded wife.
Xavier Henson, her ex-husband, was once the man who claimed to love her above all else. But when it mattered most, he chose another, leaving her to drown in the rubble of their shattered dreams. As she navigates the tangled web of their lives, Maggie must confront the reality of their relationship. Can she truly let go of the man who once adored her, or will the memories of his devotion haunt her as she seeks vengeance?
With her best friend and divorce attorney, Renata, by her side, Maggie embarks on a journey filled with heartache, revelations, and a fierce determination to reclaim her life. In a game of love turned deadly, how far will she go to make Xavier and Tilda feel the weight of their choices? As the clock ticks down to another disaster, Maggie stands on the precipice of a new beginning—will she rise from the ashes or be consumed by them once again?
After My Rebirth, My Ex-Husband Begged on His KneesChapter 1
Everyone in the Capital Circle said the same thing: Xavier Henson loved me like I was his whole world.
No matter how many women threw themselves at him, he never so much as glanced their way. He'd made his promise in front of everyone.
"Maggie Pruitt is the only woman I'll ever love. No one could ever take her place."
Then the earthquake hit.
His stepmother and I were trapped in the same stretch of rubble. Xavier Henson, the man who never lost his composure, was screaming at the rescue team like a man unhinged.
"Get her out first! My stepmother! Did you hear me? Her first!"
I was curled around my swollen belly, shielding it with everything I had.
"Xavier, please... save the baby... he hasn't even been born yet..."
He didn't spare me a single glance. Not even from the corner of his eye. He just kept shoving the search-and-rescue workers aside, howling at them to dig in her direction.
That woman, his so-called "elder," walked out without a scratch.
My baby and I were buried under steel and concrete forever.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ten minutes before the earthquake.
I didn't warn Xavier.