CEO Chasing His Reporter Wife
She lived a life where her sole goal was to provide support to her step-family who always abhorred her, even at cost of dropping her higher studies. She tried to love her husband, who always blamed her for everything without a brink of trust. She lost her own unborn child at the hands of her step-sister. But still not blaming the child her stepsister had abandoned, She adopted her—Despite her love and devotion, the child eventually left to join her birth mother, leaving behind the woman who had raised her from infancy. She lost her Ill mother without being able to be beside her at last moment of her life. She remained helpless to even protect her Mafia Uncle, who was thrown into Prison due to some internal betrayal. Being finally fed up with this life, standing on the balcony, Kiera looked towards Edward, her husband and with a saddened tone said," My life's biggest mistake was to meet you, Edward, I hope if there is any next life then We never met" Leaving those words, her body lurched back and fallen from the balcony. . . . . "What's happening, Kiera? Why are you leaving?" Edward couldn't fathom the sudden shift in Kiera's demeanor, as if she had become a stranger overnight. "It's nothing. I just want a divorce," Kiera replied, passing the documents and sitting with folded hands, her resolve firm in front of the man she had spent six years of her life with, now after getting another chance in life and reborn after 3 months of their marriage, she wished for nothing more than to part ways. "Hmm, this is unexpected, Kiera," a man with narrowed gaze emerged from the shadows, his eyes betraying a hint of surprise at the woman's significant decision. He took a seat beside her, casting a cold gaze towards Edward. "Sign it, Edward Abernathy." "May I ask who are you?" Edward's hand tightened on the armrest as he glanced at the unfamiliar man, sensing a strange familiarity in his cold demeanor. The man's narrowed gaze softened as his eyes briefly met Kiera's before a rare smile graced his typically cold expression. "Well, I'm just a CEO Chasing His Reporter Wife... "
[Volume 1] Chapter 5- Rebirth..
"If only I had gathered some courage then," Kiera mused to herself, her voice carrying a weight of sorrow and resignation.
The wind seemed to echo her words, carrying them away into the vast expanse below.
But as Kiera's body continued its descent, there was a strange calmness that washed over her.
The rush of the wind, the distant sounds of the world below, all faded into the background. It was as if time itself had slowed, allowing Kiera to confront her regrets and accept the inevitability of her fall.
The ground below grew closer with each passing moment, the deep hill covered in trees looming larger in her vision.
BANG!
SCHLKT
And as Kiera embraced the finality of her descent, a sense of peace settled over her, mingling with the echoes of her past and the unspoken words of a life left unlived.
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"Uhm..." Kiera's eyes fluttered open slowly, the haze of unconsciousness dissipating as she recognized her surroundings.
There was no immediate pain, just a lingering sense of disorientation. She blinked a few times, trying to reconcile the reality of where she was.
As her vision cleared, she realized with a jolt that she was in a small, decently furnished room that she knew all too well.
The walls were painted in a soft, calming shade of blue, adorned with framed photographs that told stories of moments long past.
Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the familiar surroundings.
Kiera sat up, her mind racing as she took in the details of the room she had not expected to see again.
The bed, with its neatly tucked sheets and embroidered pillows, held memories both joyful and painful.
A worn but comfortable armchair sat in a corner, a favorite spot for quiet contemplation.
Her gaze shifted to the bedside table, where a small vase of wildflowers brought a touch of nature indoors.
Next to it lay a well-worn journal, its pages filled with her thoughts and dreams, a silent witness to her innermost struggles.
"Why am I back here?" Kiera whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.
Emotions stirred within her, a mix of nostalgia and apprehension,The room felt like a cocoon of memories, wrapping her in a blanket of familiarity that brought both comfort and unease.
Every object, every scent, reminded her of a time she had tried so hard to leave behind. As she reached out to touch the familiar items, a flood of emotions washed over her.
Kiera's heart raced as she jumped down from the bed and ran towards the door, a surge of adrenaline propelling her forward.
With trembling hands, she turned the doorknob and swung the door open, revealing a familiar hallway that she remembered all too well.
The hallway was lined with old family portraits, each frame holding a piece of history that Kiera had lived through.
The soft glow of antique lamps illuminated the hallway, casting a warm and inviting ambiance that contrasted with the urgency of her thoughts.
As she stepped into the hallway, memories flooded back, each step echoing with the whispers of her past.
She remembered the laughter that had once filled these walls, the tears shed in moments of sorrow, and the quiet conversations that held secrets untold.
Kiera's eyes widened as she recognized the familiar surroundings beyond the door. It wasn't just any hallway—it was the hallway of the house she had entered with her husband.
The hallway stretched before her, lined with family photos capturing smiles frozen in time, children growing up, and moments of shared joy. The walls, painted in warm earth tones, gave the house a cozy and inviting feel.
She took a few steps forward, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished wooden floor. The memories flooded back—the laughter of children playing, the aroma of home-cooked meals wafting from the kitchen, and the comforting sounds of a bustling household.
As she walked further, she passed by the closed doors of the bedrooms where each family member had their own space, filled with personal belongings and cherished memories.
The familiar sights and sounds brought a mix of emotions—nostalgia for the life she once had here, and a pang of sadness for what was now lost.
Reaching the end of the hallway, she paused before the door that led to the heart of the house—the living room.
Beyond that door lay the memories of family gatherings, shared meals, and moments of togetherness that now felt like distant echoes in her mind.
With a deep breath, Kiera pushed open the door and stepped into the living room. The space was cozy and lived-in, with comfortable sofas arranged around a coffee table adorned with family photos and knick-knacks collected over the years.
The sunlight streaming in through the windows bathed the room in a warm glow, casting soft shadows that danced on the walls.
It was a scene frozen in time, a snapshot of a life that had once been full of love and laughter.
But as Kiera stood there, her eyes lingering on the familiar objects that held so many memories, a pained expression crossed her face.
It was a subtle tightening of her features, a flicker of sorrow in her eyes, as she confronted the reality of what was no longer hers.
The weight of nostalgia bore down on her shoulders, and she couldn't help but feel a longing for the life she had left behind.
Yet beneath the surface of longing, there was also a sense of unease—a gnawing question of why she had been brought back to this place, to relive memories that now felt like shards of a broken past.
Kiera's gaze shifted to a family portrait hanging on the wall, her eyes lingering on the faces of the people she once loved so dearly.
A tear welled up in her eye, a silent tribute to the pain of letting go and the ache of unfinished chapters in her life.
In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a life she had lost, Kiera felt the weight of her emotions like a heavy cloak.
Kiera's heart felt like it was being squeezed as memories flooded her mind in the living room.
She couldn't bear the weight of the past crushing down on her, and with a sudden burst of emotion, she turned and ran out of the room, her footsteps echoing through the hallway.
As she reached the balcony, Kiera stumbled to a stop, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
She leaned against the railing, the cool metal pressing against her palms as she looked out at the world beyond.
Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as they streamed down her cheeks. The pain of loss, of longing, of unanswered questions, all crashed over her like a relentless wave.
"Hic...",With a choked sob, Kiera sank to her knees, her hands clutching at her hair as if trying to hold onto something tangible amidst the storm of emotions raging inside her.
She lowered her head, unable to bear the weight of her thoughts and feelings any longer.
"... it's too much," she whispered brokenly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why again ! How much longer hic.. urgh."