Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex

"She's giving birth!" a nurse shouted, her voice cutting through the frantic buzz in the hospital corridor.

"She's losing too much blood-get the obstetrician here, quickly!" a doctor shouted as he rushed towards the moving stretcher.

Ophelia screamed in agony, her fingers trembling as she weakly clutched the sweat-soaked blanket covering her. A wave of unbearable pain tore through her abdomen, a burning sensation spreading within her as her body began to rebel.

She felt everything inside her shatter. The fluorescent lights above blurred into bright spots, and the sounds of machines beeping, hurried footsteps, and frantic voices echoed in her ears.

A sharp pain struck her spine like a hammer. She bit down hard on her lip, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, and she kept screaming.

"Please. my baby." Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from exhaustion. "Save my baby."

The doctor leaned over her, gloved hands pressing urgently on her abdomen. "Mrs. Gray, stay with me. We're doing everything we can, but you need to focus."

Ophelia's chest heaved violently as her body trembled, fighting to stay conscious. She needed Alexander. "Where... Where is he? Where is my husband?"

The nurse and doctor exchanged hesitant glances before gently squeezing Ophelia's shoulder. "Mrs. Gray, he was notified over an hour ago. He's on his way. There might be traffic."

Traffic? He was late and wouldn't make it in time to welcome their baby. A deep sense of disappointment surged within her, but there was no time to dwell on it-suddenly, another excruciating contraction ripped through her body.

"Mrs. Gray, you have to push! The baby is almost here!" the doctor urged.

Ophelia's head tilted to one side, her vision flickering. She was drenched in sweat, her muscles trembling from exhaustion.

"I.I can't. I can't."

"Yes, you can," the nurse whispered encouragingly, brushing the damp hair from Ophelia's forehead. "Your baby needs you. Just a little more."

Another contraction hit like a wave. Ophelia squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, gathering every last bit of strength she had left.

"Push, Mrs. Gray!" the doctor urged.

"Ahhh!!!" A wail escaped her throat, every fiber of her body burning with pain until-

"Wah."

The cry of a newborn filled the room.

She opened her eyes suddenly, tears welling up. The pain and chaos around her were all driven away by that cry. She searched for the source of the sound.

The doctor carefully picked up a wet baby and smiled at her. "Congratulations, Mrs. Gray, it's a girl."

The baby cried again, and when she was gently placed on Ophelia's chest, her tiny warmth made Ophelia's body shudder.

She trembled as she touched her daughter's wrinkled little face and soft fingers, tears silently falling.

"She. she's so beautiful."

She whispered through her sobs.

The baby whimpered softly, as if responding to her mother's embrace. Ophelia held her tighter, a flood of softness and love filling her heart.

But then-

Bang!

The door to the hospital room was suddenly flung open, the force of it shaking the entire wall.

Cold air rushed in, and a tall, imposing man walked in.

He was dressed in a neat, sharp black suit, his handsome face cold and stern, his features sculpted to perfection. But his eyes were as cold as ice.

He stood at the door, looking at Ophelia in bed, without an ounce of pity.

"Alexander?" she called out in surprise. "You finally came. Look-our daughter."

"I want a divorce."

He coldly interrupted her, his gaze not even lingering on the baby.

A loud crash rang in Ophelia's mind. She thought she had heard wrong, but the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice, left no room for doubt.

She instinctively pulled her child closer to her chest, her lips trembling. "Wha. What did you say?"

"That child isn't mine."

His words were as cold as ice, each one cutting like a knife.

"What?!" She could hardly breathe. "What are you talking about. you're her father! She's your daughter!"

His assistant, a man with an expressionless face, stepped forward and without hesitation, reached out to take the baby.

"No!" Ophelia screamed, using every ounce of her strength to stop him, but she was too weak.

The baby was torn from her arms, her cries echoing painfully.

"Give her back to me! Give her back!!"

She collapsed to the floor, clutching Alexander's pant leg with all her might, her voice hoarse. "Please. don't take her. she's your child."

"Shut up."

Alexander leaned down, coldly gripping her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"How dare you lie to me? She's not mine."

"No-no way!" Ophelia sobbed, shaking her head desperately. "I swear! I've never betrayed you!"

Alexander remained unmoved, a cold smile curling on his lips as he opened his phone and played a video.

On the screen, a woman who looked strikingly similar to Ophelia was kissing a strange man in a hallway. The image was blurry but real, with a timestamp clearly showing during Alexander's time abroad.

Ophelia's eyes widened, then filled with fury. "Are you crazy? You actually believe that's real?"

"I've confirmed it." His voice lashed at her like a whip, making her body tingle with the pain. "Stop shamelessly lying, Ophelia. Is this how you and your mother are-just liars-"

The mention of her mother made her freeze. Alexander gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with hatred. "She seduced my father. And now, you-" He inhaled sharply, his chest heaving. "You're just like her."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head violently, "My mother wasn't shameless. I love you, Alexander-"

"Enough! You disgust me," he snapped, shoving her away. Then, he turned to his assistant. "Take the child."

"No!" Ophelia screamed, her voice raw, her nails digging into the floor as she tried to crawl after them. "Please, don't take her."

Alexander looked down at her, his face void of any compassion. "You'll never see that child again."

"Alexander, how dare you! I'll never forgive you!" she screamed, but no one stopped him.

No one helped her. The assistant disappeared through the door, the baby's cries growing fainter. Alexander turned, striding toward the exit.

"Goodbye, Ophelia."

The door slammed shut behind him. The room was silent for a long while-only Ophelia's intermittent sobs broke the stillness.

She curled up on the cold floor, trembling, her hands reaching for the child who was no longer there.

Her world had been shattered in just a few minutes. How did this happen?

Just days ago, they had been choosing a name for their baby. That night, he had held her, his warm breath on her ear, softly speaking of his excitement about becoming a father.

Was it all a lie?

Or was there something, someone, that destroyed it all?

Her trembling, numb fingers fumbled for her phone. There was only one person she could call.

She pressed the dial button, and after a few rings, the person on the other end picked up. "Hello?"

"Wren." Ophelia cried out.

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Ophelia? What happened?"

A new wave of sobs wracked her body.

"Alexander. he took my child. please help me. Wren, please help me. I don't know what to do, or where to go."

She heard a sharp intake of breath. Then, Wren's voice turned cold as ice.

"Stay where you are, I'm coming right now."

Ophelia sat weakly on the cold hospital bed, cold sweat covering her forehead.

She could still feel the warmth of her child on her chest, but the harsh reality was that her child had been taken away-taken before she could even hold her properly.

She gripped her hospital gown tightly, her hands trembling, and tears blurred her vision. Why? Why had Alexander become so cruel?

The door to her room was pushed open-

"Ophelia?"

She turned quickly, hope flashing in her broken eyes. "Wren!"

Wren hesitated for a moment before rushing forward. As soon as she got close, Ophelia threw herself into her arms, holding her tightly as if she were a lifeline.

"He took her," Ophelia sobbed. "Alexander took my child, Wren! He-he said she's not his, and now he wants a divorce!"

Wren froze for a moment in Ophelia's embrace, but Ophelia was lost in her sorrow and didn't notice.

She pulled back slightly, her red eyes desperately searching Wren's face. "You have to help me. Wren, you know Alexander only trusts you. You're good friends, aren't you? He always listens to you."

For a brief moment, a flicker of a happy expression crossed Wren's face.

She quickly masked it.

"Ophelia." she bit her lip, hesitating before speaking softly. "I can't-I-"

"You can!" Ophelia gasped as a sharp pain surged in her chest. She gripped Wren's hand tightly. "Please! You're my best friend! You've always supported me, haven't you?"

Ophelia clung to Wren, her gaze pleading. "Please, just say something, and he'll believe you."

Wren let out a cold laugh, prying Ophelia's fingers away and standing up, looking down at her from above.

"Ophelia, darling. How naïve are you?"

"Wha-what do you mean?" Ophelia's eyes widened.

Wren's lips curled into a smile that didn't resemble a smile at all. "Why would I help you? Everything that's happened is because of me."

A chill ran down Ophelia's spine. "Wren. what are you talking about?!"

"Enough. Ophelia, stop pretending to be innocent. You've been hurting me all along. You have everything-a wealthy family, an enviable life. But what infuriates me the most is that you got Alexander's love."

"He's my husband!" Ophelia shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "I never stole him from you! I didn't even know about you-"

"Of course you didn't know!" Wren laughed loudly. "Because you never saw me, never cared about me!"

She pulled out her phone from her pocket, opened the recording, and played Alexander's whispered voice.

"Wren. that feels so good."

The voice pierced Ophelia's eardrum like a dagger.

She staggered back, gripping the iron railing of the hospital bed, her knuckles turning white.

But Wren didn't stop, pulling open her shirt collar to reveal fresh kiss marks on her neck.

"He's a beast, but I like him that way. You know, Alexander was hurt by you. I was just comforting him. I didn't do anything wrong."

Ophelia's throat felt like it was filled with glass shards. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move.

"You're crazy," she murmured.

Ophelia could barely breathe. The man she loved, the man she had poured her heart into, had betrayed her, and was now with her best friend.

"Get away!" Ophelia screamed. She had to go tell Alexander, but a man grabbed her faster.

Wren approached her, forcibly lifting her chin. "Oh, here's the best part," she continued, leaning in slightly. "Do you remember when Alexander's mother fell down the stairs?"

Ophelia clenched her fists. How could she forget that day? "The servants. said I pushed her." That was the beginning of Alexander's hatred for her.

But they still had sex, and later she got pregnant, thinking the baby would be the turning point in their relationship. But then-

Her angry gaze shifted back to Wren.

"She lied," Wren's smile became even more dazzling. "I pushed her. But of course, everyone believed it was you."

Ophelia struggled, trying to escape, but she had no strength left.

How could Alexander believe this snake of a woman!

As if sensing her doubt, Wren explained. "Oh, forget it, Ophelia, don't waste your energy. You know Alexander already hated your mother. I just nudged him in the right direction, and he instantly believed it was you who did it."

Ophelia's knees buckled, and she collapsed. Her mother had ruined Alexander's family, and now she was being falsely accused of pushing his mother.

Of course, he would believe she was avenging her mother.

When Alexander chose Wren, this snake, he lost all trust in her.

Tears slid down her face, but she quickly wiped them away.

"Wren. you won. You can keep Alexander. I just want my child."

"How could I let you take Alexander's child?" Wren laughed.

"What do you want to do!" Ophelia rushed forward. Before she could touch her, Wren pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed it into her abdomen.

And the bodyguards immediately backed away.

Ophelia quickly stepped forward, pressing her hands over Wren's stomach. "Wren, are you okay?"

The door to the hospital room was pushed open again, and Alexander rushed in, immediately shoving Ophelia aside. "You and your child will have to pay the price."

She almost collapsed to her knees, her voice as faint as the wind. "What are you going to do to her?"

There was no reply.

The world seemed to be muted.

She couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the floor, the darkness quickly swallowing her whole.

--

When Ophelia opened her eyes again, she was still in the hospital room. A nurse entered and told her, "Madam, your husband instructed us to take good care of your health."

Alexander? The man who said he wanted a divorce? What was he pretending to be now? Before she had time to gather her thoughts, the door to her room was suddenly pushed open.

Her mother's servant rushed in, panic-stricken-

"Miss Ophelia, your mother."

A cold chill surged in her chest. Ophelia grabbed the woman's wrist in terror. "What happened?"

The maid trembled, her lips quivering as she whispered, "Miss Wren came here. the next day, she jumped off the estate balcony."

Ophelia froze in shock. She staggered off the bed, nearly losing consciousness. The maid tried to stop her, but Ophelia shoved her away.

Her bare feet hit the cold hospital floor, pain shooting through her weakened body, but she didn't care. She had to see her mother. She had to make sure her mother was still alive.

Why had her mother suddenly jumped? She had suffered from depression since her father was imprisoned, but she had been doing much better since Ophelia told her she was pregnant.

It must have been Wren who told her mother the news. Her mother must have fallen into a deep self-blame, thinking it was her fault that Alexander had abandoned her!

Wren, Alexander!

She muttered their names, her lips bleeding from the force, and once she confirmed they were behind it, she would take revenge.

When she arrived at their old estate, the memorial service had already been set up.

And Alexander stood in front of the reception table, dressed in a black suit, his face cold and stern, matching the black attire perfectly-so seductive.

But she knew he was a disguised snake.

She immediately walked over, extending her hand to slap Alexander.

But he pulled her into his embrace, whispering, "Now is not the time for a conversation, unless you want your mother to never rest in peace."

His breath sprayed against her neck, and she smelled the familiar scent of woodsy cologne. Her tears almost spilled over again. He hated her, but his embrace was still warm.

She bit her lip and immediately pushed him away, saying nothing, standing at his right side.

Everyone who passed by embraced them sympathetically. She stared at her mother's photo in the memorial hall, and her tears flowed uncontrollably once again. Alexander's handkerchief was offered at the right time. Just as she was about to take it, she heard the voice of the snake.

"I came to see how you're doing," Wren continued, with a hint of feigned concern in her tone. "I heard your mother suddenly climbed to the rooftop. I'm so sorry."

"Get out!" Ophelia screamed, slapping Wren across the face. "You snake!"

Immediately, Alexander pulled Wren behind him. "Stop your theatrics! Ophelia!"

Her cold gaze met Alexander's. He wore a well-tailored black suit, still as handsome as ever-tall, powerful, imposing. But his eyes? Cold, hollow, and filled with contempt.

Ophelia's throat felt dry. "Do you know it was Wren who killed my mother?" she said, turning to Wren again. "My mother was so good to you. How could you be so cruel?!"

"I. I don't know what you're talking about. I just came to visit her. I knew she was sick, and I often came to keep her company, especially when you couldn't help, and Alexander always knew this," Wren said, looking over at Alexander.

"You bitch, stop acting!" Ophelia shouted again.

Alexander quickly grabbed her arm.

Ophelia staggered back, glaring at him. "She framed me, Alexander! She planned all of this-she framed me! She's playing you! Are you an idiot?!"

He narrowed his eyes, thinking she was just out of her mind. "Wren has no reason to harm you," he said, moving closer to Ophelia. "But you do, and many reasons."

"Divorce," Ophelia closed her eyes. "Alexander, let's divorce."

Her wrist was grabbed again, and he said coldly, "What right do you have to ask for a divorce?"

"Then what the hell do you want?" she shouted. "You took my child, my mother's dead, and my father is in prison! You've gotten enough revenge! If you're doing this for your mother-!" Ophelia raised her right hand, slapping his strong arm.

Wren immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest. "Don't be so bitter, Alex," she said softly to Ophelia. "I know she made mistakes. She shouldn't have cheated, but please, she's still my friend. I can't watch her suffer. And don't feel bad for me. You've already done so much for me, you promised to give me Harvey Corp."

Ophelia's eyes widened.

"Harvey Corp," she whispered.

Wren's smile grew even brighter, but she sighed sadly. "Oh, you've figured it out. Yes, Alexander transferred Harvey Group to me this morning. As a wedding gift."

Ophelia staggered. That was her father's company. The last thing her mother had left behind. Alexander had given it to- the woman who had ruined her life.

She felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

She couldn't face them anymore. She screamed at them to leave.

Alexander finally left with Wren, but not before glancing at her one last time.

Ophelia was left alone, staring at her mother's photo.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the wet floor, her hands gripping the stone tightly, her nails cracking.

Tears streamed down her face, her vision blurred. She whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She felt so foolish. Before the wedding, her mother had begged her not to believe Alexander. She had tried to tell her the truth about Alexander's family, that her mother had never seduced his father. But Ophelia had been too deeply in love-too blind-to listen.

She had confessed to him, admitting the rumors that had plagued her family for years-how her mother had been labeled as the one who destroyed the family, the mistress who allegedly ruined his parents' marriage.

She had thought he would hesitate, question, doubt her. But Alexander had just smiled and told her,

"I don't care about the past," he had gently cupped her face, and she had melted under his touch. "You are my future, Ophelia. Everything else doesn't matter."

She had believed he truly trusted her and chose her over everything.

Her mother had still been burning with anger, telling her, "Ophelia, men lie most when they want something. Don't believe him."

But Ophelia had just smiled, her heart filled with love, hope, and certainty. Alexander was different from the other men. He wasn't like anyone else.

She had held his hand tightly, walked proudly down the aisle, convinced that nothing in the world could separate them.

She had ignored the truth. And now. she was paying the price.

"If I could go back." she sobbed, speaking to her deceased mother. "Mom, I'd stay away from him. I swear."

She pressed her forehead against the cold stone, her tears mixing with the falling rain. ".I'll never forgive him."

She immediately jumped into the car and headed for Alexander's office!