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REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND

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REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND

Urbanlast updateLast Updated : 2025-06-13

By:  EL JHAYUpdated just now

Language: English
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I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

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    My Pathetic Love Life
    The sound of dishes clinking echoed through the empty kitchen as I stood at the sink, scrubbing bits of food off a porcelain plate. The air smelled like leftover dinner and dish soap, a cruel reminder of what was happening in the next room. Laughter spilled in from the living room—carefree, mocking. My fingers, wrinkled from hours of washing, ached with every movement, but I kept going. I had no choice. From where I stood, I could hear them—my wife, Eleanor, and her friends. Their voices were light, full of amusement. Their laughter was sharp, like broken glass. I wasn’t welcome in that room. Not unless I was serving them. In this house, I was never a husband. I was a servant. Eleanor had made sure of that. Months ago, she fired all the maids, saying they were incompetent. But I knew the truth. She never replaced them because she didn’t want to. She liked watching me do everything—scrubbing floors, washing dishes, cooking meals. It made her feel powerful. It gave her satisfactio
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    My Biggest Mistake
    The hours dragged on as I worked tirelessly, my body moving on autopilot. I scrubbed, wiped, and polished every surface of the house, making sure everything was spotless before moving on to the next chore. The laughter from earlier had long since faded, but their words lingered, circling in my mind like vultures. Pitiful. Useless. A well-trained pet. I tried to push them away, but they clung to me, sinking deep beneath my skin. By the time I stepped outside to wash the cars, exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs. The night air was cool against my skin, a small relief after spending hours under the warmth of the house. I filled a bucket with soapy water, grabbed a sponge, and started scrubbing the first car—Eleanor’s sleek black sedan. I worked in silence, my movements slow and methodical, focusing on every inch of the vehicle as if it were the most important task in the world. Then I heard it. Laughter. I glanced up just as Eleanor and her friends stepped out of the house
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    The distant hum of engines rolled through the estate’s gates, growing louder as the cars approached the mansion. My stomach twisted. I didn’t need to look outside to know who had arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Prestwick. Christopher smirked, the sharp edge of his amusement returning as he tilted his head toward the entrance. “Perfect timing,” he mused. “Mother’s going to be furious when she finds out you’re refusing to sign.” He let out a soft chuckle, as if he was already savoring what was about to unfold. I clenched my jaw, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. He wasn’t lying. Mrs. Prestwick hated me. Despised me, even. From the moment Eleanor had married me, she had made her feelings clear—I was nothing. A stain on their family name. An embarrassment she wished she could erase. If given the chance, she wouldn’t just throw me out of the house; she’d have me locked away somewhere, completely erased from Eleanor’s life. The only reason I was still here was because of her h
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    A Deal With The Devil
    Hours later, I lay on the narrow bed in the guest room, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. The house was silent now, the kind of silence that felt heavy, oppressive, like the calm before a storm. The rest of the family had retired to their rooms after dinner, and Eleanor had made it clear—I was no longer welcome in our shared bedroom. To her, we were already divorced even though I hadn’t signed the papers yet.I exhaled slowly, rubbing my hands together as Mr. Prestwick’s words echoed in my head. "Tomorrow morning, sign the papers. Take the money. Start over." It made sense. It was the logical choice. If I signed, I could escape this miserable existence, leave behind the humiliation, the suffering. I could start a new life—one where I wouldn’t be treated like a servant in my own marriage. But I didn’t want to. Despite everything… despite her cruelty, her coldness, her b
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    A Second Chance
    I slowly opened my eyes, the brightness of the room piercing through my consciousness like a blade. A groan escaped my lips as I shifted, my body feeling heavy, my mind foggy. The light was harsh, almost blinding, and I squinted against it, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The first thing I saw was a golden chandelier hanging above me, its crystals catching the light and scattering it in a thousand tiny rainbows across the ceiling. It was beautiful, opulent, and entirely unfamiliar.I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up. Where was I? What had happened? My thoughts were a jumbled mess, fragments of memories swirling like shards of glass in a storm. And then, like a bolt of lightning, it all came rushing back.Christopher. The drinks. The car ride. The gun.My eyes widened as the memories flooded in, sharp and vivid. Christopher had shot me. Three times. I remembered the sound of the gunshots, the searing pain, the way my body had crumpled to the ground. I remembered the blo
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    A Visit From Lucifer
    I stood there for a moment, my mind still reeling from Lilith’s words. The question burned in my chest, demanding an answer. “Why?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why did Lucifer offer me a second chance? Why me?”Lilith paused at the door, her hand resting on the handle. She glanced back at me, her crimson eyes glinting with something unreadable. “That,” she said, her voice smooth and deliberate, “is a question only Lucifer can answer. And soon, you’ll get that answer. But for now…” She gestured toward the bathroom door. “Go take a bath. Clear your head. You’ll need it.”She walked back toward me, her movements fluid and hypnotic, and before I could react, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. Her lips were warm, her touch almost tender, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t think too much, darling,” she murmured, her breath brushing against my ear. “You’ll drive yourself mad.”And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving me
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    My New Life
    I stood there, staring at my reflection, my hands gripping the edge of the sink so tightly my knuckles turned white. The face staring back at me was mine again, but it felt different now. Tainted. Changed. The weight of Lucifer’s words hung heavy in the air, and I could feel something stirring inside me—something dark, something primal. Something that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to rise.Revenge. Power. Darkness. The thoughts swirled in my mind like a storm, each one more intoxicating than the last. The Prestwicks. Eleanor. Christopher. Mrs. Prestwick. They had taken everything from me. My dignity. My love. My life. And now, I had the power to make them pay. To make them suffer. To make them regret ever crossing me.But it wasn’t just about revenge anymore. Lucifer’s words echoed in my head, a dark promise of something greater. *Together, we could rule.* The idea was terrifying, but it was also… thrilling. The thought of wielding that kind of power,
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    Chapter 8: Revenge
    With a powerful beat of my wings, I shot forward, closing the distance between myself and the maid in an instant. I wrapped my arms around her just as she was about to hit the ground, the force of my momentum sending us skidding across the grass.For a moment, everything was still. The maid lay in my arms, her eyes wide with shock, her body trembling. I stared down at her, my own heart racing, my wings still spread wide behind me.I had done it. I had saved her.Lilith’s voice cut through the stillness of the night, sharp and melodic, like the chime of a bell laced with poison. “Nicely done,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement as she clapped her hands slowly, the sound echoing in the vast, moonlit compound. I turned to see her standing a few feet away, her crimson gown shimmering like liquid fire under the pale light, her crimson eyes glowing with a mix of pride and mockery.I carefully placed the maid on her feet, my hands steadying her as she trembled like a leaf in a storm.
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    The First Stage Of My Revenge
    I took a deep breath, forcing the fire in my veins to cool. The flames on the television flickered and died, leaving behind only a charred, smoldering ruin. The scent of burnt metal and melted plastic hung in the air, but my rage had settled into something colder, sharper—calculated. Lilith stepped around me, her crimson gown whispering against the marble floor. She picked up one of the drinks she had poured and handed it to me, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. The glass was cool in my grip, the liquid inside swirling like molten gold. "The perfect revenge," she mused, tilting her head, "isn’t just about killing them, darling. It’s about making them suffer. Making them know it’s you. And then, when they’re broken and begging, you take everything." I took a slow sip, the liquor burning down my throat like hellfire. "Tell me," I said, my voice low, steady. She grinned, her fangs glinting in the dim light. "First—they think you’re dead. That’s your greatest advantage. You
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    Chapter 10: The Serpent In The Garden
    The black Bentley Mulsanne glided to a stop beneath the porte-cochère of the Prestwick Estate, its polished surface reflecting the golden light of a hundred flickering torches. I inhaled deeply, the scent of expensive leather and my new cologne - something dark and smoky with a hint of blood orange - filling my nostrils. "Remember," Lilith purred from beside me, her crimson nails tracing patterns on my thigh, "tonight you are Nikolai Volkov, Russian oil heir and recent acquisition to their precious inner circle." She adjusted the black silk pocket square in my Brioni tuxedo with a possessive tug. "Let them adore you first... before you destroy them."The door opened, releasing a burst of orchestral music and champagne-laced laughter into the night. I stepped out, my new Berluti shoes crunching on the crushed marble driveway. The humid summer air clung to my skin as I offered Lilith my arm. The transformation was absolute. My new body moved with predatory grace, each step measured an
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