My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 3

Reborn, Ray found his temperament entirely altered.

Who wouldn’t change after being tied up, slaughtered, and eaten by their in-laws?

He’d always been quietly dissatisfied with the Gantts—he’d tolerated them for the sake of the child—but discovering Michael wasn’t his had been the last straw. A decent man pushed to the edge becomes more dangerous than most.

After the meal, he paid with credit—over three thousand dollars. His credit line was eight thousand-plus, so there was no worry about being denied. The restaurant was absurdly expensive, and honestly, the food was only so-so. Still, the act of spending felt good.

Back at the hotel, ten minutes later, the lottery draw flashed across the TV.

Number one, hit. Number two, hit. Three… four… all seven numbers—perfect.

Ray smiled. His rebirth hadn’t altered the facts of the world. 50 million dollars, then. Taxes and donations would take their share; let’s call it 40 million for planning’s sake.

He lay down, but sleep wouldn’t come. Thoughts churned and multiplied until morning.

…

Meanwhile, at the Gantt house, it was chaos.

“What? That useless piece of shit divorced you?” Josh could hardly believe it, even with the divorce decree sitting on the table.

Wasn’t Ray supposed to be a loyal servant—obedient, tireless, forever useful? Now that the servant had bitten them and run, Josh found it completely unacceptable.

“Where is he? I’ll go teach him a lesson!” Max barked; he only found out at home that his brother-in-law had hit his father and then divorced his sister.

“Where’s Daddy? I want to ride Horsey!” little Michael piped up.

Lauren shouted back, “Your Daddy is dead!”

Michael, unaccustomed to rebuke and used to seeing Ray handled roughly, clapped his hands delightedly. “Daddy’s dead! Daddy’s dead!”

Michael had never respected the man who’d spoiled him.

Lauren seethed. Whenever Ray had been home, the child was his responsibility—she never had to worry. Now, seeing this three-year-old clambering and screaming nearly drove her mad. She had to let Daisy mind the child first, then she told them, “I called the police, but they said it’s a family matter. Unless the injury is serious, they won’t take it.”

“What? That bastard slapped me, and nothing happens?” Josh jumped to his feet. The redness on his cheek was already fading—how could this be a case?

“Lauren, why did you agree to the divorce?” Max demanded. “He was pulling in over five grand a month after taxes. Now that money’s just gone? How am I supposed to come up with a down payment for a house now?”

“He’s right,” Josh chimed in, his tone sharp and accusing. “You know what Megan’s parents are asking for. A huge wedding and a house! That bastard’s income was supposed to help cover Max’s mortgage payments. Now our entire plan is ruined.”

The truth was, Josh had been counting on Ray’s earnings to fund his son’s lifestyle. That money had just vanished, and the shock of that financial loss felt more painful than the slap Ray had delivered across his face.

Lauren boiled with fury. Her father and brother only cared about the money—they didn’t care about her future. But hadn’t it always been like that? She forced down the anger and vowed, “I won’t let him go. I’ll make Ray pay.”

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