Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 303: We are still working on it

The phone vibrated softly on the table, drawing Katrine’s attention away from the half eaten donut in front of her. She frowned, glancing at the screen.

"Anna?" she muttered under her breath before opening the message.

You said you have Mom’s phone. I need you to send me all the photos from it.

Katrine’s brows knit together instantly.

"What is she up to now?" she thought, a flicker of unease stirring in her chest. And why would she suddenly want that?

She lifted her eyes briefly, meeting Ethan’s curious gaze. "Sorry," she said lightly. "Family thing."

"No rush," he replied, waving it off as he reached for his coffee.

Katrine looked back at her phone, doubt lingering. Ever since the attack, she had kept their mother’s phone with her at all times. It was not just a device anymore. It felt like evidence. Something important she had not fully understood yet.

Still, Anna would not ask without reason.

With a quiet sigh, Katrine unlocked the phone and opened the gallery. Her fingers moved carefully as she selected every photo, screenshots included, and transferred them one by one. The progress bar crept forward slowly, each second stretching her nerves a little tighter.

When the transfer was complete, she stared at the screen for a moment longer before sending the final confirmation.

Sent.

She set the phone down, unease settling in her stomach.

Ethan tilted his head slightly. "You look like you just handed over state secrets."

Katrine forced a small smile. "It feels like it."

Whatever Anna had just uncovered, Katrine sensed it was not something small. And for the first time since that morning, the ease she felt in the cafe began to fade, replaced by a quiet, unsettling anticipation

***

Inside Daniel’s office

"Why are your dark circles so prominent?" Daniel asked casually as he settled behind his desk. "Did you not sleep all night?"

Henry stared at him.

His lips twitched, the effort to stay respectful warring with the exhaustion written all over his face. If only his boss knew what he had gone through while Daniel had conveniently vanished, skipping work, ignoring urgent meetings, and disappearing without so much as a warning.

Only if he knew.

For a fleeting second, Henry imagined a very different reality. Daniel apologizing. Daniel personally feeding him food. Daniel increasing his paycheck tenfold as compensation for emotional damage and sleep deprivation.

The fantasy died instantly.

Because reality reminded him that his boss was far more terrifying than generous.

"Boss," Henry began, rubbing his temple, "where did you disappear to all of a sudden? Did you forget you had a—"

His voice rose despite himself, frustration finally bubbling over.

Then he looked up.

And all the courage drained right out of him.

Daniel’s expression was calm. Too calm. The kind that warned Henry he had stepped dangerously close to crossing a line.

Henry swallowed hard and immediately corrected himself. "A... very flexible schedule," he finished weakly.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Henry forced a tight smile. "Absolutely. Just thought I would... check."

Daniel leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. "Good. Because I did not forget anything."

Henry doubted that very much.

And unlike his usual self, he did not keep the thought to himself.

Curiosity had already won.

Professionally, he was Daniel’s assistant. He knew his boundaries. He respected the hierarchy. But by heart, it was Anna who had claimed him first. Somewhere along the way, without even trying, she had earned his loyalty in a way no contract ever could.

And even if his boss suspected it, Henry knew exactly where his allegiance lay.

With the lady boss.

"So," Henry said carefully, clearing his throat as he adjusted the file in his hands, "should I assume your sudden disappearance was... personal?"

Daniel glanced up at him, unimpressed. "You should assume it was none of your business."

"..."

Henry, who had every intention of continuing his nagging, was just about to speak when Daniel cut him off.

"Any updates on Collin?"

Henry’s lips parted instinctively, but he closed them just as quickly, the playful assistant vanishing as he slipped back into his professional role.

"Nothing that raises concern," Henry reported. "He is living as if nothing ever happened. Completely unbothered."

Daniel’s jaw tightened slightly.

Since Shawn had already confirmed that Rupert and Collin were the same person, surveillance had been placed on him immediately. Every move, every routine, every contact was being watched. So far, Collin had done nothing reckless. Which, to Daniel, was far more troubling than if he had.

"And his connection to the Bennetts?" Daniel asked next.

Henry hesitated. Just a fraction.

That pause did not go unnoticed. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Daniel’s brow lifted slowly. "Henry."

"We are still working on it," Henry said carefully. The slight stutter in his voice gave him away, and he hurried to explain before Daniel could press harder. "We are doing our best, boss. But there is nothing concrete we have been able to uncover. No clear link to his past, no solid explanation as to why he was even associated with those charges in the first place."

Daniel leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes dark with thought.

"So he appears clean," Daniel murmured.

"Too clean," Henry added quietly. "Which usually means someone has done a very good job erasing their tracks."

Silence settled in the room.

Daniel’s gaze hardened. "Then keep digging."

Henry nodded. "Already on it."

Once Henry left the office, Daniel reached for his phone and dialed Anna’s number.

It rang unanswered.

He glanced at the screen, already knowing the reason. She would be in the middle of her shoot by now, fully absorbed, unreachable unless it was urgent. With a quiet exhale, he ended the call and slipped the phone back onto the desk, deciding he would check on her later.

What he did not know was that Anna was already several steps ahead.

She had begun confirming every detail Daniel had disclosed to her, piecing things together with a clarity that unsettled her. The photos. Her mother’s strange behavior on set. The man who had blended into the background too easily. None of it felt coincidental anymore.

This was not just a personal grudge.

This was something far older. Far deeper.

A vendetta that had been waiting patiently, growing in silence, watching for the right moment to surface.