Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 275: This is so fun

"My goodness, why is she so heavy," Anna breathed as she practically stuffed Fiona into the passenger seat like oversized luggage.

Her shoulder screamed in protest, a sharp ache shooting down her arm, while the woman she was rescuing slept like a log, completely unaware that her world was being flipped around and manhandled.

"Shh... don’t shout. Let me sleep," Fiona grumbled in her drunken daze, adjusting herself slightly before sinking right back into oblivion.

Anna stared at her in disbelief, lips twitching. The audacity. She swallowed every sharp comment she wanted to throw back because Fiona was clearly not in any state to handle reality.

But then a thought crossed her mind.

Anna’s eyes narrowed into mischievous half moons.

"Almost done," Anna murmured with a satisfied sigh as she leaned back to admire her work.

Fiona remained blissfully unconscious, her face now an artistic disaster. Anna had painted her lips with a bold swipe of lipstick, deliberately smudged far beyond the lines. One side of her face bore streaks where tears had been dabbed on for dramatic effect, and thanks to a bit of clever makeup blending, one eye looked slightly bruised, as if Fiona had walked straight into karma.

She looked no less than a joke.

Anna crossed her arms, studying the result with a thoughtful expression. "I should feel guilty," she muttered. Then she shook her head. "Nope. Definitely not."

After the pain Fiona had put her through tonight, physically and mentally, this felt earned.

Anna reached out, gently patting Fiona’s cheek. "Consider this your punishment," she said softly, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Tomorrow morning is going to be very interesting."

An evil glint crossed Anna’s eyes as she quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Fiona from different angles, each one more incriminating than the last. Satisfied, she switched the camera to herself, posing just once with a smug tilt to her lips, as if sealing the moment.

She unlocked her phone with her fingerprints and slipped into her social media account.

"Now this is what we call revenge," Anna murmured with a wicked smirk, glancing at Fiona snoring softly beside her.

Click.

Done.

"Hehe," Anna giggled under her breath, thoroughly enjoying her small but sweet victory. She was just about to start the car and drive Fiona home when her phone buzzed again, pulling her attention back.

She frowned.

Anna was not the kind of person who invaded someone else’s privacy. Ever. But Fiona... Fiona was a special case.

"Let’s see who’s texting her so desperately," Anna muttered, unlocking Fiona’s phone again.

The smile on her face vanished.

***

Meanwhile, Daniel finally wrapped up his meeting with the international clients. With everything settled, he gathered his files and headed toward his room, already imagining Anna curled up against him, warm and half asleep, waiting for him.

Just as he reached the hallway, his phone rang.

Daniel frowned and answered it. "What is it, Henry? We discussed everything earlier. Is there something you still don’t understand?"

His tone was controlled, but impatience threaded through it. He had already pushed himself through a meeting he could not afford to ignore, and now, just as he was about to unwind, his assistant calling again only tested what little patience he had left.

He slowed his steps, rubbing the bridge of his nose, bracing himself for whatever reason Henry thought was important enough to interrupt his night.

"Boss, it’s not about the meeting," Henry said carefully. "It’s about someone you’re ignoring."

Daniel slowed, his brows knitting together as he listened in silence. Whatever Henry was saying clearly wasn’t trivial.

"...Alright," Daniel said finally, voice calm but thoughtful. "I’ll look after it."

He ended the call, his expression unreadable as his mind briefly worked through the implications. For now, he chose to shelve it. Tonight was not for complications.

He stepped into his room and immediately frowned. "Huh? Where did wifey go?"

Just as he turned to head back out, he caught sight of Anna jogging up the stairs, slightly breathless but smiling as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"Oh, you’re finally done with your meeting?" she asked, panting lightly.

Daniel studied her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Did you run just to distract your horny thoughts?" he asked bluntly, completely unapologetic.

Anna nearly choked.

She shot him a look, swallowed her irritation, and then nodded, choosing not to explain where she had actually been. "Yes," she said shortly.

Daniel hummed, clearly skeptical, but he let it go. Right now, all he wanted was her.

"Should we sleep?" Anna asked, lips pursed, suddenly very eager to end the conversation.

He nodded. The moment they got into bed, Daniel did not waste a second. He pulled her into his arms, snug and possessive, burying his face against her hair. Anna relaxed instantly, melting into him as if her body had been waiting for this all along.

"Good night Daniel" she muttered.

"Good night, wifey."

***

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, warm rays spilling softly across the bed and settling on the sleeping figure. The night had been long, restless, and far from kind. The silence of the room shattered when a pained groan broke free.

"God... why is my head hurting so much," Fiona muttered as she stirred, immediately regretting the movement. A sharp, relentless throb pulsed through her skull, as if someone were hammering away from the inside.

She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing a hand to her temple. Last night came back to her in broken flashes. Too many drinks. Too much anger. Not enough control. She had drowned herself in alcohol until her senses deserted her completely.

Yet even through the haze of pain and regret, the sting of humiliation still clung stubbornly to her chest.

It’s all Dad’s fault, she thought bitterly. Why does he have to be so harsh on me when he knows I’m not used to this?

The memory of his words tightened her throat, and she let out another soft groan, rolling onto her side as the weight of the morning pressed down on her.

Fiona shifted again, only to freeze when she sensed another presence in the room. Her eyes snapped open.

Venus was asleep on the other side of the bed, curled awkwardly, one arm dangling off the mattress.

"What the..." Fiona hissed, her headache spiking instantly. She stared for a second, trying to piece things together, before nudging her. "Venus. Wake up."

Venus groaned, burying her face into the pillow. "Five minutes."

"Venus," Fiona snapped, louder this time. "Why are you in my room?"

That did it.

Venus sat up abruptly, the sleep vanishing from her eyes as realization hit her. She took one look at Fiona’s face and paled. The anger there was quiet but sharp, far more frightening than shouting. Venus quickly looked away, suddenly very aware of the tension in the room and the way Fiona looked at this moment.

But instead of voicing it she kept it to herself.

"Y you asked me to pick you up from the bar," she said, her voice unsteady. "You... you didn’t sound okay."

Fiona’s frown deepened. There was nothing. No memory of that moment at all. Her mind felt frustratingly blank.

Maybe her constant calling made me ask her to come get me, Fiona reasoned. It was the only explanation that made sense.

"Go get me some soothing drink," she said, her voice tired and heavy. "My head is killing me, and if this doesn’t stop, I won’t even be able to shoot today."

Without waiting for a response, she stepped out of the room.

She was still wearing the same dress from the night before. The faint smell of alcohol clung to the fabric, but she barely noticed. All she cared about was easing the pounding in her head.

Venus headed into the kitchen while Fiona slumped onto the couch, pressing her fingers to her temple and closing her eyes.

All she wanted was quiet.

Instead, her phone began buzzing again.

Again.

And again.

Fiona let out a frustrated groan, the sound vibrating painfully in her skull as she reached for the device, already bracing herself for whatever fresh chaos the morning had decided to throw at her.

***

Meanwhile, Anna was curled up on the bed, giggling softly as she scrolled through the comments under Fiona’s post. Most of them were from anti fans, ruthless and unapologetic, and the ridiculousness of it all made her laugh even harder.

"This is so fun," Anna muttered, swiping down to refresh the page and read the newest replies.

She was so absorbed in her little moment of triumph that she failed to notice the pair of curious eyes fixed on her.

Daniel lay on his side beside her, head propped up on his knuckles, quietly watching her. There was amusement in his gaze, but also something more contemplative as he studied her expressions, the way her nose scrunched when she laughed and how her fingers flew across the screen.

After a moment, he arched a brow slightly. "Care to share what’s entertaining you so much?" he asked, his tone light but curious.

Anna glanced at him, still smiling, clearly debating whether to tell him everything or enjoy her victory just a moment longer.