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“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions. 
I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy.
After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart.
“Fine. Let’s divorce then.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~  
I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings. 
It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life.
Reborn, I could see the truth clearly.
To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance.
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“Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me. 
“I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated. 
"What about the promise you made?" He hissed, squeezing my arm. 
I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.”
His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.”  
I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go?
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Reclaimed By My Ex-husband

This wasn't the Riya he remembered. Her makeup was thick, exaggerated—the deep red lipstick matching the dress that clung tightly to her body. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination, and the look in her eyes was bold, flirtatious.

For a moment, he barely recognized her.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation as he eyed her outfit. "And what the hell are you wearing?"

Before she could respond, he stood, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her shoulders protectively, shielding her exposed skin. His protection made Riya's breath catch.

Her heart fluttered. That single act of concern stirred something dangerous inside her. She had longed for his attention, for his care, his affection. And now, it felt almost like he was hers.

"You shouldn't be here," he said. "Come on. I'll drop you home."

He reached out, grabbing her wrist, ready to pull her out of the bar.

Zane is her sister’s son, not hers.