Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 344: Next time I won’t stop at humiliation

"You can’t do that," Fiona stuttered, but the steady, merciless look in Anna’s eyes made her throat dry.

Fiona had always believed she held the reins of Anna’s life. That illusion shattered now. The woman standing before her was no longer someone she could corner or humiliate. This Anna was different. Dangerous.

"Then I suppose I’ll show you," Anna said calmly, her thumb hovering over the screen.

Blood roared in Fiona’s ears. Panic clawed up her chest as she lurched forward. "No!" she cried, the word tearing out of her.

Anna paused and slowly lifted her gaze. Fiona stood trembling, her face drained of color, eyes bloodshot with terror as they locked onto Anna’s.

"I’ll do it," Fiona whispered at last, breath coming out in ragged gasps. "I’ll do exactly as you say."

A slow, satisfied smirk curved Anna’s lips. She locked her phone and slipped it away, her silence far more terrifying than any threat.

Heat crawled up Fiona’s neck, spreading to her ears as humiliation settled deep in her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to lash out, to say something sharp, something cruel. But she knew better now. One wrong move and everything would collapse.

Clenching her jaw, she quickly pulled out her phone, fingers trembling as she swiped across the screen. If she could just fix this, delete something, anything—

Before she could tap again, the phone was ripped from her hand.

Fiona gasped.

Anna glanced down at the screen and then let out a soft laugh. Not amused. Mocking.

"Honestly, Fiona," Anna said, shaking her head as she held the phone up. "Did you really think this would work?"

Fiona’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Anna turned the screen toward her, zooming in with deliberate slowness. "Photoshop?" she continued lightly. "You edited my face onto Daniel’s picture and thought no one would notice?"

Her laughter rang again, sharper this time. "This is what you were so confident about?"

Fiona’s knees felt weak. The last shred of dignity she had clung to slipped away as Anna looked at her like she was nothing more than a bad joke.

Fiona’s face crumpled. Whatever fight she had left drained out of her, leaving only shame and fear behind. She had lost. Completely and undeniably.

Every scheme she once prided herself on now lay exposed, reduced to something laughable in Anna’s hands.

Anna tapped the screen once more before locking the phone and placing it back into Fiona’s trembling palm. Her expression shifted then. The smile faded, replaced by something far colder.

"Listen carefully," Anna said, her voice low and steady. "This is the last time I save you from yourself."

Fiona swallowed hard, nodding frantically.

"You stay away from me. You stay away from my man" Anna continued, leaning in just enough for her words to sink deep. "If I find you cross my path again,then I will release this video leaving your already crumbling carreer to ashes."

Her eyes darkened. "And next time, I won’t stop at humiliation.I will make you pay ten times for it"

Fiona’s breath hitched as Anna straightened. She didn’t wait for a response.

Turning on her heel, she walked away with unhurried steps, leaving Fiona frozen in place, clutching her phone, fully aware that she had not only lost the battle but any chance of ever crossing Anna again.

***

Meanwhile, inside the conference room, Henry was sweating profusely. From the outside, everything looked perfectly normal. Inside, however, he knew better. The silence was wrong. Especially when his boss had not reacted to anything yet.

"That’s all for today, everyone," Daniel suddenly announced, pushing his chair back as he stood.

Relief rippled through the room, but Henry felt none of it. He rose immediately, sticking close to Daniel as if his life depended on it. The walk to the office felt longer than usual, each step heavier than the last.

The moment the door shut behind them, Henry cracked.

"Boss," he blurted out, "is this your way of torturing me before firing me? Because if it is, please just do it. This suspense is killing me."

He wiped his forehead for what felt like the tenth time, his voice bordering on desperation. "I swear I’m losing years off my life here. At least shout at me, throw a file, something."

Daniel said nothing.

That silence was the final blow.

Henry let out a defeated groan. "I know I messed up, okay? I knew the moment Madam Anna smiled at me that something was very, very wrong. I should’ve trusted my instincts. I always do. Except today. Today I chose breakfast."

He slumped into the chair, staring at the ceiling like a man awaiting his sentence. "So yes, I know. I’m done. Fired. Buried. Probably written into company history as the idiot who ignored every warning sign."

He finally looked at Daniel, eyes full of regret. "Just tell me, boss. How bad is it?"

Henry was already spinning a dozen worst-case scenarios in his head, but the moment his eyes landed on his boss, his jaw dropped.

Daniel was smiling.

Not the polite, corporate kind. Not the relieved kind either.

It was the kind of smile that made Henry’s soul quietly pack its bags.

Why is he smiling like that? Henry thought in horror. Don’t tell me he’s already enjoying my misery before officially ending me.

"Boss," Henry said cautiously, his voice cracking despite his effort to sound normal, "you’re scaring me now."

Daniel leaned back in his chair, fingers loosely intertwined, the smile still firmly in place. "Henry," he said calmly, "leave at the count of ten."

Henry blinked. "Boss?"

"Henry," Daniel repeated, his tone unchanging, "leave before I change my mind."

The smile never wavered.

That was the problem.

Henry had seen Daniel angry. He had seen him cold. He had even seen him indifferent. But this smile? This was new. And terrifying. Because it didn’t look friendly at all. It looked... deliberate.

Slowly, Daniel lifted his gaze, eyes sharp beneath that unsettling curve of his lips. "One," he said softly.

Henry didn’t wait for two.

He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over the chair as panic fully took over. "Yes, sir. Leaving. Immediately. Exiting. Vanishing," he babbled, already halfway to the door.

As his hand wrapped around the handle, he dared one last glance back.

Daniel Clafford was still smiling.

Henry yanked the door open ready to flee but before he could that the person in front of him stopped him.

"Where do you think you are going Henry"

"..."