Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 359: This wasn’t vengeance born overnight

(...continuation of the flashback)

"Please," she begged, her voice cracking apart. "Please, you can’t take him. My husband would never do something like this. He is innocent. He is a good man."

The officer tried to pull away. She held tighter.

"I’ll give you anything," she sobbed. "Anything you want. Just let him go. Please."

Daniel had never seen his mother kneel before anyone.

Never seen her cry like that.

His aunt rushed in from the kitchen, her face pale but determined. She positioned herself between the officers and Daniel’s father, raising her hands.

"Listen to us," she demanded. "There is no evidence. You cannot arrest a man based on an accusation alone."

"We have a witness," one of the officers said flatly.

"A witness who has every reason to lie," his aunt snapped. "At least investigate before you destroy a family."

But they weren’t listening. They had never planned to.

As his father was dragged toward the door, Daniel finally moved.

"Papa!" he shouted, running forward.

His father twisted just enough to look back.

"Take care of your mother," he said urgently. "Be strong."

The door slammed shut. The sound echoed long after the police cars drove away.

Daniel stood there, shaking, staring at the empty doorway where his father had been moments ago. His mother collapsed onto the floor, screaming his name as if that alone could bring him back.

That was the moment something inside Daniel hardened.

***

The television was too loud for such a small room.

Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at the screen as the news anchor’s voice filled the air. His aunt had left the TV on absentmindedly while moving around the house, unaware that the broadcast was about to carve something permanent into him.

"Breaking news regarding the recent kidnapping case involving the Bennett family..."

Daniel’s spine straightened.

The screen shifted to Hugo Bennett standing in front of his mansion, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, his expression carefully sculpted into one of grief and resolve. Cameras flashed. Reporters crowded around him like vultures.

"My family has suffered enough," Hugo said solemnly. "The truth is finally coming out."

Daniel leaned forward, his heartbeat thudding in his ears.

"The man responsible for my daughter’s kidnapping was not a stranger," Hugo continued. "He was someone we trusted. My driver."

Daniel’s breath caught painfully in his throat.

The screen flashed a photo.

His father.

The world tilted.

"That man betrayed us," Hugo went on, his voice steady, convincing. "He used his position to get close to my child and attempted to destroy my family."

Daniel’s hands began to tremble.

"No..." he whispered.

The anchor cut back in, narrating how the investigation had revealed damning evidence, how justice was finally being served. Daniel barely heard any of it.

Then the screen changed again.

A younger Kathrine appeared, seated beside her father. She looked composed, pale, her hands folded neatly in her lap. A microphone was held toward her.

"Miss Bennett," the reporter asked gently, "can you confirm that the man arrested was involved in your kidnapping?"

Daniel’s heart stopped.

Kathrine hesitated, just for a second. It was so brief most people wouldn’t notice.

"Yes," she said quietly. "It was him."

The words fell like a verdict.

Daniel’s body went numb as if his blood had drained all at once. His ears rang. The room felt impossibly small.

She didn’t look angry.

She didn’t look afraid.

She looked convinced.

The interview ended, replaced by commentary praising the Bennett family’s bravery, their willingness to speak out, their trust in the justice system.

Daniel stood up so suddenly the chair scraped loudly against the floor.

"That’s not true," he said aloud, his voice shaking. "That’s not true."

His aunt rushed in, panic flickering across her face. "Daniel, turn it off."

She reached for the remote, but Daniel was already staring at the black screen.

His reflection stared back at him—small, helpless, invisible.

"They lied," he whispered.

His aunt pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly as he finally broke. But even as tears streamed down his face, something colder settled deep in his chest.

If lies could be repeated until they became truth...

Then truth could be buried forever.

And Daniel Clafford learned something vital that day.

Not everyone who destroys you needs to raise a hand.

[Present]

Anna snapped her eyes open, her breath coming out sharp and uneven.

For a fleeting second, she stared at the ceiling, disoriented, her mind clinging to the fragile hope that everything she had heard the night before had been nothing more than a nightmare. A twisted dream born from exhaustion and emotion.

She turned her head slowly.

Daniel lay beside her, fast asleep, one arm stretched toward her side of the bed, his face unguarded in a way she rarely saw. The steady rise and fall of his chest was real. Solid.

So was the weight in her chest.

The truth came rushing back without mercy, seeping into her thoughts like poison into water. Every word Daniel had spoken replayed itself, sharper now, heavier.

’Hugo Bennett is the reason why my parents died. He and his daughter destroyed my family.’

Daniel’s words reverberated through Anna’s mind, echoing again and again no matter how hard she tried to quiet them. There was no escaping the sound of his voice when he had said it—low, fractured, stripped of its usual control. Not angry in the way rage explodes, but broken in the way it corrodes.

She had never imagined Daniel opening up like that.

He was always composed, always teasing, always a step ahead of everyone else. A man who wrapped pain in sarcasm and buried truths beneath confidence. Seeing him unravel, even briefly, had shaken her far more than the revelation itself.

Now she understood Kathrine’s warning glances, the hesitation in her voice whenever Daniel’s name came up. She understood why his hatred burned so fiercely, why destruction seemed less like a choice and more like an inevitability.

This wasn’t vengeance born overnight.

This was a wound that had never been allowed to heal.