Evelyn

"How.....what do you mean? Is this some kind of joke? We've been married for years!" I screamed out, without thinking too much about my words.

The corners of Salvatore's lips lifted in a charming smile, and for a split second, I forgot about my woes as I felt a force pulling me towards him.

That smile always seemed to be reserved only for Lara.

What was happening? Did the accident mess with Salvatore's head?

"I also want to be married to you for a long time, Evelyn, however, we really just got married!"

He rested his head on the headboard, a grin on his face as his eyes roamed my body.

Unable to hold his gaze, I turned my face away, my eyes falling on a flower vase.

I remembered that vase, Lara had given it to Salvatore as a gift, and he cherished it.

However, one day, after a one sided fight with Salvatore, I broke it in a moment of anger.

Because of that vase, he refused to come to the house for two months.

How could that vase...

My eyes landed on my phone that was on the bedside table and I snatched it, looking at it like it was a wonder.

This phone....I had lost it a long time ago. How come it was here?!

"What date is it today?" I asked, my hands shaking as I held onto the phone.

"Are you okay?" Salvatore's gaze was filled with worry.

Getting up from the bed, he slowly approached me.

Spreading out his hands, he tried to grab my shoulder, however I pushed him away roughly, stumbling back in the presence.

"Answer my question! What day is it today?!" I demanded to know, wanting to know the answer, but then too scared to face what I suspected .

Salvatore glanced out the window, and when he turned to face me, there was an incredulous look on his face.

"It's a new day, which means it's a day after we got married, 16th December, 2015," Salvatore eyed me suspiciously as he said this, as if he was scared that I would do something to myself.

With my fingers shaking, I turned on my phone.

He was right. It was the 16th of December, 2015. A day after I married him.

Had I gone back....ten years in the past?

"Argh!" Unable to handle the surprise, I screamed out in shock.

My eyes widened at the realisation.

I was....reborn?

How could something so fascinating happen to me?

"Evelyn, I am calling the doctor. You don't seem to be well...."

Hearing Salvatore's voice, I was reminded that even in this life, I was still tied to him.

I couldn't have been reborn to just a day before the damn marriage?!

"No, let's get you to the hospital and have Frank take a good look at you...."

Saying this, Salvatore attempted to take my hand.

However, I panicked and did the best thing I could think of in that moment.

Rushing into the bathroom, I made sure to shut the door tightly behind me.

......

My mind was spinning in circles, I leaned against the wall, trying to sort through my thoughts.

I was somehow reborn to ten years ago, obviously, when I had just gotten married to Salvatore.

I was still a twenty-two year old woman, with hopes and dreams before they were all crashed.

My heart palpitated at the realisation that I had been given a second chance.

In my past life, I had way too many regrets, as loving Salvatore had cost me everything.

Determination soared in my chest, as I planned to do everything that I was unable to do back then.

A smile lit up on my face, at twenty-two years old, I had just left college, with dreams of starting a fashion line with my best friend.

However, Salvatore's family had insisted that the wife of Salvatore could never show her face in public, and so I was forced to abandon the dream I had since childhood, hurting my one and only friend in the process.

I clenched my fists tightly, this time, I would never let anyone dictate my life!

"Evelyn, what are you doing in there? Do you still want to call Frank or do you want to go to the hospital directly?"

Hearing Salvatore's voice, I was reminded of one very important thing I needed to get done before anything else.

Divorce Salvatore Harrington!

......

A long time passed before I finally got the courage to walk out of the bathroom.

Since I had been given a second chance, I was determined to make good use of it and live well.

First, I needed to take back everything that was taken from me.

My freedom, as well, as my ...inheritance!

Convinced that Salvatore would have gone to work by now, I headed downstairs to have breakfast.

As I walked through the house, I couldn't help but feel my chest tightening.

This place had been my cage for ten years, and now, I was going to be free at last.

My hopes of having a peaceful breakfast were dashed when I saw Salvatore sitting at the dining table, a hot cup of coffee in front of him as he gnawed on a piece of toast.

"Why aren't you at work yet?!" I exclaimed, without thinking much.

Salvatore would never be in this house at this time of the day.

Before seven, he was always out of the house, probably in an attempt to avoid me.

Salvatore looked up, flashing a smile at me.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw it.

He had smiled more at me this morning than he ever did throughout our ten year marriage!

Placing the toast down, he stood up and started to approach me.

"My wife isn't fine, you don't suppose I'd just leave you and go off to work?" He asked, grinning softly at me.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard this, Salvatore cared about me?.

He stood right in front of me, picking up a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ears.

"Since we just got married, there are many things we don't know about each other. If there's anything you want, tell.... "

"Anything I want?" A snort escaped my lips .

"Salvatore, I want a divorce!" I demanded.

Evelyn

"What?" Salvatore stared at me, disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe I would dare to ask for a divorce.

Indeed, in the past, I did everything that I could to hold on to this marriage even when he hated me.

Never again, would I be so foolish.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and started to speak calmly, "this marriage was never what either of us wanted. My father arranged this marriage because of the debt to your family and the person you truly have feelings for is..."

"No!" His sharp voice filled the room, and feeling the anger radiating from him, I stumbled back a few steps.

"You don't want me to mention her name?" My lips curled up in a sarcastic smirk.

Salvatore had always been so defensive of Lara!

Snorting at me, Salvatore grabbed my arm and pulled me to himself.

"You are the woman I chose to be my wife, Evelyn. That is not going to change. Get used to that fact!" He snapped at me.

My heart skipped a beat, as my gaze darkened. He didn't want to let me go? Why?

For the ten years we were married, wasn't this divorce what he wanted the most?

"You are Mrs. Harrington whether you like it or not, and you cannot push that responsibility onto someone else!" Salvatore snarled at me, his sharp gaze zeroing in on me.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the look in his eyes.

I was used to that look, the one he gave me whenever he was angry and he wanted me to shut up.

However, since I no longer wanted this marriage, I had no reason to care about his anger!

His nails dug into my flesh, and feeling the stinging pain, I pushed him away from me sharply.

"I will get a divorce, Salvatore! You can't force me to stay married to you. I..."

"Then get a divorce! Do you think that my brother needs to be married to someone like you? He's the CEO of the Harrington Enterprise! So many women want to be his wife. Who do you think you are to demand a divorce? My brother should be the one asking for a divorce!"

Hearing that familiar grating voice, I froze, as memories flooded my mind.

Who else could it be besides Nora, the spoilt princess of the Harrington family, and the one woman who took it upon herself to make my life hell for three years?

She stormed into the house, acting like she owned the place.

With her chin raised, she pointed a finger in my face and started to scold me.

"Get out of here right now! Who needs you to be his wife?!" She rolled her eyes, a disdainful look that was directed at me, on her face.

A sneer escaped my lips when I saw her, ten years ago, when I first got married, she had also been so rude to me.

I didn't understand why she hated me at first, it was only later I found out that she and Lara were best friends, and she was convinced that I had stolen Lara's spot as Salvatore's wife!

"Who do you think you are to...."

"That's enough, Nora." Salvatore's loud voice filled the room once again, as his brows squeezed in anger.

"Evelyn is my wife, you have no right to speak to her that way!" He said, his sharp words sounding like a command.

My chest tightened uncomfortably, as I stared at the man in front of me, unable to make sense of what was going on.

Why had he changed so much?

Salvatore in the past would never defend me against his spoiled sister!

Nora's mouth was left hanging wide open for a few seconds, as she stared at me maliciously for a few seconds before turning to her brother.

"What the hell is the meaning of this, Salvatore? Why are you losing your temper at me? She is the one who wants to leave you!" Nora snapped, glaring at me once again as those words left her mouth.

"This is none of your business, why are you even here?" Salvatore asked, his irritation showing.

I watched his interaction with his sister, unable to say a word.

Was Salvatore....defending me?

"Do you think I want to be here?" Nora snorted, an air of superiority surrounding her as she spoke.

"Mom wanted me to come see how you are getting along, ha, to think that she has the guts to suggest a divorce when she was so happy during the wedding. Does she take our family as a joke?" Nora rolled her eyes at me.

"Nora, I..."

I was about to respond to Nora when my phone rang.

Bringing out the phone that still felt weird in my hands out of my pocket, I realized that it was my stepmother, Clara.

A relaxed look spread across my face when I saw the familiar string of numbers.

I had been expecting this call since I woke up. I still remembered how much they had taken from me on this day in my past life!

Finally, it was time to take back everything this woman had taken away from me over the years!

As soon as I picked up the call, her panicked voice came in through the phone.

"Evelyn, you have to come to the hospital immediately! Your sister....she needs you!"

Chapter 4

Evelyn

My grip on my phone tightened, as I listened to her pleading words.

"How could she possibly need me?" I dragged on my words with a lazy tone, as a smile danced on my face.

"Your sister....she was in an accident and she needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible. You know you have her rare blood type please...."

"So she needs my blood?" I asked, before Clara could say anymore.

Since Salvatore, Lara and I had the same blood type, for years, both of them had used me as a free blood bank.

No way I would allow them to use me the way they had in the past.

"Evelyn, stop asking so many questions and come down to the hospital immediately!"

Hearing my father's voice from the other end of the call, my heart sank.

"Fine, I'll be there!" I said, gritting my teeth.

Since they wanted me to give her my blood, I would do it.

However, I wouldn't let them take it for free the way they had in the past!

Without paying attention to Salvatore or his still fuming sister, I turned back and headed back towards the bedroom to get dressed.

"Hey, where are you going? We aren't done talking here!" I heard Nora call out to me.

"Leave now, Nora. Stop causing a scene," I heard Salvatore snap at her once again, before I tuned both of them out.

Less than ten minutes later, when I walked out of the huge walk-in closet all dressed up to go to the hospital, I saw Salvatore sitting on the bed, dressed, a smile on his face.

A frown rested on my face as I stared at the man, trying to figure out what he wanted.

Why did it seem like Salvatore had become a whole different person after my rebirth?

He wasn't like this in my past life!

"You're ready? Let's go, I'll send you to the hospital," he said.

Saying this, he stood up and picked up the car key and started to walk out of the bedroom.

Wanting to protest, but not getting a chance to, I could only follow behind him.

......

I climbed out of the car, making sure to slam the door forcefully behind me as I stepped out.

Salvatore was being weird the entire way, trying to make small talk with me.

He hated talking to me more than anything, and he even told me once that the sound of my voice got on his nerves!

I had no idea what he was up to, but I was determined to get the divorce one way or another.

Nothing would change my mind!

It wasn't difficult to locate the ward Lara and my parents were in.

They had a special ward for her whenever she came to the hospital.

Knocking on the door once, I pushed it open and entered, a cold look on my face.

Clara, whose face had been filled with worry just a few seconds ago, lit up when she saw me.

My father was seated by Lara whose eyes were closed, patting her hand with worry written all over his face.

My heart tightened at this scene, if only my father had cared about me half as much as he cared about Lara, my past life wouldn't have been filled with so much bitterness and regret.

"Evelyn, you are here, did Salvatore come with you?" Clara asked, as she looked behind me.

A sarcastic smile rested on my face, "did you want to see me or Salvatore?" I asked drily.

"You...." Clara frowned, as she looked towards my father helplessly.

I was used to this trick of hers. Over the years, she had succeeded in convincing my father that I was difficult and turning him against me using this trick.

"Evelyn, your mother was just asking a question, do you have to be so rude?"

His gaze, which had been filled with fatherly love for Lara just a few seconds ago, only held disdain for me now.

"You could have just called if you wanted to scold me," I said, turning back to walk out of the hospital room.

I would never let anyone trample all over me like they did in my past life!

"Evelyn, don't leave yet!" Clara, clearly panicking, pulled me back instantly.

"Your sister was involved in an accident while filming. The doctor says a surgery needs to be performed but they need blood on standby in case something goes wrong. I...."

"You want me to donate blood?" A smile spread out across my face as I turned to face her.

"She's your sister, this is something you should be doing!" My father added harshly from the side.

"It's just some blood, I can donate it," I spoke slowly, emphasising on each word that left my mouth.

"However..." I took a pause, making sure to look directly at my father's face as I continued my speech.

"I want my shares back if I am going to give her even a drop of my blood!" I demanded.

"Evelyn, have you lost your damn mind?!" My father was the first person who roared at me.

"I don't know why I had a daughter like you! Your sister is lying in the hospital and you are thinking about some damn shares?" My father's eyes widened, looking as if they were going to devour me for daring to make demands of him.

With an eye roll, I sneered coldly, "you forced me to give my shares away just because I was getting married to Salvatore. A marriage that benefits only you guys, by the way. I am just asking for something that belonged to me from the start. You can think about it and make a decision. Which is more important? My shares, or Lara's life!"

In my past life, I had foolishly given everything to these people, thinking that they would one day approve of me if I was a good daughter.

However, I had learned too late that it would never happen, because they never wanted me around.

"Evelyn, how can you make such a demand from your father? No matter what, you are still his daughter, it doesn't matter if the shares are in your name or not. Besides, you are already married to Salvatore. As the madam of the Harrington Empire, you don't need those shares. I... "

"It seems you've made your decision then!"

Clara was still going on when I interrupted her coldly.

"You can keep those shares, however, I won't be saving Lara this time!"

Saying this, I turned and headed out of the ward, not paying attention to the looks on their faces.

As soon as I pulled the door open, my heart froze when I saw who was standing outside.

Had he overheard the entire conversation?