Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

ving oxygen tube that Clara finally realized the truth: Cade-the rough, older military

om, that same ungrateful nephew was standin

air. Her lungs felt like they were stuffed with crushed glass. The doc

his breath reeking

dripping with absolute malice. "You bought my father a house. You bought me a car. My grandmother convin

day you lie here breathing is just you burning through my money

ic valve connecting her

a doctor, but her fingers were nothing but heavy, useless bone and

, you stupid old

ve. The hiss of o

. She was drowning on dry land. A single, agonizin

he regretted in this

think of her bloodsucking family. Her mind fla

his dark skin, hated that he was seven years her senior, and loathed the fact that he came with a young

ry single cent of his military life insurance. "I leave it all to Clara. I am sorry for wasting your youth,"

all over again, I swear I woul

ined. Darkness sw

A

ugh Clara's spine. She bolted upright, su

ing a cheap, scratchy red bedsheet. She looked down at her hands. The loose, liver-

m. Faded "Just Married" banners hun

f a freight train. She was twenty y

life, she had thrown a massive tantrum tonight, feeling utterly humiliated. She had purposely frozen herself in the winter cold to

r head. Cade only had four years le

iercely against her

going to spend these next four years making

water coming from the cramped bathr

r courage. She hopped off the bed, walked to