Reborn, Dumped Scum & Spoiled by Officer
In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool
She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him
The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village
Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years
Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole
For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly
Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained
She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened
With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base
When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb:
“Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!”
But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground
This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch
The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear
“She’s faking it! All an act!”
Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all:
“My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.”
Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.
Marriage