Reborn To Stay Away From Him novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When she opened her eyes again, a sharp pain throbbed in her forehead.

“Bang! Mom’s dead! Diana is my new mom!”

Josephine was still dazed when her five–year–old son aimed a toy gun at her head and fired a rubber bullet.

She blinked at her surroundings. Was this the home she and Edmund had shared when they were young?!

Pushing her son away, still stunned, she walked over to the calendar.

This book had been added on your bookshelf.

She had been reborn.

“He was just joking with you, and you push him like that? No wonder Steve likes Diana more.”

Josephine turned to see Edmund, 30 years old.

He was in his military uniform, standing tall, still the dream guy of every girl in the military base housing area.

The older women inside the military base housing area always said Josephine was lucky to marry Edmund.

He’d been promoted at 25, and by 30, he was the youngest regiment commander in history–his future unlimited.

Josephine used to think so, too.

They had been childhood sweethearts for over a decade, their parents even in the same unit.

After her father died in battle and her mother passed away, the Oswald family had treated her like their own.

No matter how many women threw themselves at him, his heart had always been hers.

But after giving birth to Stephen, Edmund had grown cold toward her.

Stephen would often point at her, saying, “Mom, you’re a country bumpkin. Diana knows how to put on makeup and dress nicely–she’s way more elegant.”

For decades, Josep

This book had been added on your bookshelf.

Every time, all she got was Stephen’s flippant remark. “Don’t copy Diana.”

It wasn’t that he thought she was unsophisticated–it was some blood connection between them!

Josephine finally breathed easier. Then she went to the courthouse.

“Hello, I’d like to file for divorce, please.”

The clerk nodded and handed her the forms.

“The process has started. In two weeks, the divorce will be finalized.”

From that day on, Josephine prepared for her departure and stopped serving the father and son.

She no longer ironed Edmund’s uniforms perfectly, nor did she wake early to make Stephen breakfast every morning.

Now, when they returned home, she retreated to her room, shutting them out.

A week passed before Edmund finally noticed something was wrong.

“Are you upset lately? Was it standing in the rain for four hours last time delivering my files, or because Steve said you’re not good enough for me again?”

Josephine’s hands froze as she adjusted her clothes.

So he knew all along.