Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

From the back cover

I spent my entire life building a massive fortune, only to end up gasping for air in a lonely hospice bed.

My nephew Trevor stood over me with a cold smirk.

"Thanks for the inheritance, Aunt Clara."

He whispered those words, and then he mercilessly yanked my oxygen tube right out of the wall.

As I suffocated, my lungs burning like crushed glass, the bitter truth finally hit me. I had spent decades working myself to the bone for a family that completely despised me. In my final, agonizing seconds, the only face I saw was his. Cade. The rugged, silent military man I had married and brutally driven away.

I remembered how I had treated him like garbage on our wedding night because of his scars. How I had starved his sweet little boy, Leo. How I had forced Cade to give every penny he earned to my abusive mother, ruining our lives until the toxic marriage finally broke him.

Dying in that pitch-black room, my heart shattered with regret. Why had I been so blind? Why did I throw away the only man who loved me when I was unlovable, just to be murdered by the parasites I fed?

A violent jolt ripped through my spine, and my lungs flooded with sweet, painful air.

The sterile hospital ceiling was gone. I was sitting on a scratchy red mattress, wearing a cheap lace wedding dress.

I had been reborn to my wedding night. And this time, I wasn't going to let my husband sleep on the couch.