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Divorce With Twins: Cold Chief Lost His Mind

Divorce With Twins: Cold Chief Lost His Mind

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#Adult #BG #Son #Warm and Healing #Single-parent Family #Rebirth #Second Chance #Quick Growth
Introduction
In her previous life, Vivienne Hargrove married the man she loved, Nathan Hargrove, only to spend her days in misery. A fellow soldier had sacrificed his life to save Nathan, and Nathan felt compelled to take care of the man's widow and child. But that woman harbored ill intentions and constantly overstepped her bounds, showing up at their door late at night to whisk Nathan away. Vivienne endured endless torment through her pregnancy, subjected to the whispers and pointed fingers of their military compound neighbors, with no one to turn to. She raised her son alone, the two of them clinging to each other through the years. After all that struggle, she finally lived to see him grow up and enlist — only for him to lose his life on his very first mission. In her final years, she lay dying of a terminal illness, and only on her deathbed did she learn the devastating truth: her parents and her son had all been secretly murdered by that fallen soldier's widow. Consumed by boundless hatred and bitter regret, she was reborn — back to the very beginning of her marriage. This time, Vivienne Hargrove made up her mind: She would conceive the child from her past life, then keep the child and leave the husband behind. She tore up her application to follow him to his post in front of everyone, severing all ties in one clean stroke, and left Nathan Hargrove to tend to that mother and child on his own. Nathan Hargrove assumed they were of one heart — that his gentle, understanding wife had willingly stayed behind at the compound to look after others, and he felt nothing but guilt and gratitude toward her. So when Vivienne Hargrove asked for a divorce, Nathan Hargrove was utterly blindsided. He refused her again and again, but she vanished without a trace. Years later, when he came face to face with a little boy whose features were the mirror image of his own, the truth finally hit him. It was he who had dismissed her pain time and time again, who had broken her heart so thoroughly that she chose to carry and raise his child entirely alone — rather than have anything to do with him ever again. The man who had always been cold and unyielding, eyes rimmed red, sank to his knees before his wife and child: "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."
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Chapter

Vivienne Hargrove lay on the cold hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes dull and empty.

Outside the door, the nurses were talking, their voices drifting in clear.

"She’s really too pitiful. I heard her son was only fifteen when he enlisted half a year ago. First mission out, and he was gone. Now she’s sick like this too, and there’s not even a single person coming to see her. How does someone end up this miserable?"

"Pitiful? I don’t think so. If you ask me, she brought it on herself. Back then her husband only lived because his comrade saved him and died in his place. That man left behind a widow and child, and her husband was supposed to help take care of them. But she kept making things hard for that mother and son. Now look where she ended up. Isn’t that karma?"

"Exactly. If that man hadn’t died for her husband, she would’ve been a widow long ago. How does she still have the nerve to treat them so harshly?"

Vivienne slowly turned her eyes toward the window. One memory after another rose in her mind.

She had married Nathan Hargrove at twenty. Back then, the women in the compound had been green with envy.

At twenty-one, she got pregnant. But because Nathan had to look after his fallen comrade’s widow and child, she had spent all these years swallowing grievance after grievance.

Everyone said her husband was alive only because Camille Whitfield’s husband had died in his place. That without that sacrifice, there would be no Nathan, no her, no their son. So she was supposed to give in. Supposed to endure.

But she knew the truth in her heart. Camille Whitfield liked Nathan. She had always had other thoughts, other plans.

Yet no matter how many times Vivienne said it, nobody believed her.

Camille had even made a scene once, threatening to hang herself. After that, everyone in the family compound cursed Vivienne behind her back and to her face, as if she were some wicked woman beyond saving.

Half a year ago, her son died. Now she was in the late stage of cancer. Her whole body ached day and night, pain drilling into her bones. The doctor had already said she only had a few days left.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Vivienne turned her head with effort.

A mail carrier walked in with a letter in hand. "Are you Ms. Vivienne Hargrove? There’s a letter for you. Please sign here."

Vivienne slowly stretched out a trembling hand, took the letter, signed for it, then tore the envelope open.

"When you read this, Vivienne Hargrove, you’re probably only a few days from death. Before you die, I figured you ought to know the truth at least once.

You must have wondered all these years why I kept targeting you, haven’t you?

I’ll tell you plainly. That bracelet you gave me back then was a spatial bracelet.

It had been passed down in your family for generations. Even though I used blood to claim it as mine, it always rejected me. A lot of its functions never worked properly for me."

"Only when every last person in your family is dead will that bracelet truly accept me as its master.

"Thank you. You gave up so much for me and my son. From now on, the three of us will live a full, happy life together.

"May you never rest in peace."

Vivienne Hargrove finished reading the letter and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Her fingers shook as she instinctively slapped the call bell by the bedside. The moment it rang, doctors and nurses rushed in from outside.

The doctor shouted, "Quick, start emergency treatment!"

But Vivienne knew better than anyone that her body had already reached the end. She did not have long left.

Her mind was a mess, filled with her son's face, then her parents' faces, one after another.

Her son had only gone out on what should have been a routine assignment, yet he had lost his life for no reason.

Her parents had also died in a sudden accident a few years back...

And now she understood—there was a very real chance Camille Whitfield had been behind all of it.

Her hand clenched the sheet of paper so hard it crumpled. She struggled to force the words out. "She... killed my whole family... call the police..."

The doctor frowned, clearly confused. One of the nurses took the letter from her hand. After reading it through, she asked, "Who wrote this? There's no signature. And what bracelet, what space bracelet? Isn't this just nonsense?"

"It was... Camille Whitfield..." Vivienne said in a rush, afraid she would lose the chance if she spoke one second too late.

The looks in the room changed at once.

One nurse said coldly, "She's already this sick and she's still trying to frame somebody? This letter's typed. There's no handwriting to check. For all we know, she made it up herself. And now she's babbling about some space bracelet too—does she think we're idiots? Someone like this is still worth saving?"

In that instant, even Vivienne's last shred of hope was gone. Not a single person believed her.

The bracelet mentioned in Camille Whitfield's letter was the one Vivienne had secretly sent over herself. No third person had ever known about it.

And no one was ever going to believe that her family had been murdered by Camille Whitfield.

Why was heaven so unfair?

She was not willing to accept it.

The heart monitor by the bed suddenly let out a sharp, piercing alarm.

"Quick, save her! She's crashing!"

As Vivienne Hargrove closed her eyes, a tear slipped quietly from the corner of her eye.

If there really was another life, she would never walk the same old road again.

*

When Vivienne Hargrove opened her eyes again, her mind was still foggy.

Crying drifted into her ears, familiar enough to make her chest tighten.

She turned toward the sound and saw Camille Whitfield, still looking barely in her twenties. White mourning cloth hung all around, black funeral drapes drooped in silence, and beside them stood the black-and-white memorial portrait of Camille Whitfield's husband.

Vivienne froze.

What... was going on?

Wasn't this the funeral from more than ten years ago, the day Marcus Whitfield was buried?

Could everything from before... have just been a dream?

While she was still dazed, Camille Whitfield, kneeling in front, cried so hard she sounded like her heart was being torn out. "Minglei! How could you just leave like this? Bin'er isn't even a year old yet! You left the two of us behind. You left us, a widow and a child. How are we supposed to go on living?"

Vivienne's whole body went stiff.

What was happening? Those words from Camille Whitfield were exactly the same as what she had heard at Marcus Whitfield's funeral in that dream, not a single word different.

So... it wasn't a dream?

It was real?

Had she... been reborn?