Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 451: She chose not to wait

Daniel’s jaw tightened. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You didn’t waste any time," he said, closing the door behind him.

Norma looked up, her expression unreadable. "Neither did you."

Daniel didn’t sit. He remained standing, arms crossed loosely over his chest. "I assumed after today, you’d be celebrating."

Norma gave a faint smile. "I don’t celebrate endings. Only outcomes."

Silence stretched between them, thick with everything left unsaid.

"You humiliated him," Daniel said finally.

"He humiliated himself," Norma corrected smoothly. "I simply removed the curtain."

Daniel exhaled slowly, already exhausted. "You knew this would send shockwaves through the company."

"I knew," she replied. "That’s why I did it here. Publicly. No room for denial."

His eyes darkened. "You didn’t do this for the company."

Norma held his gaze. "No. I did it for you."

That made him pause.

"For me?" he repeated, then let out a short, humorless chuckle. "Now that’s something I doubt."

Norma didn’t respond immediately. She knew Daniel wasn’t someone she could manipulate—not anymore. Not after they had both watched Hugo leech off their silence for years, only to be exposed the moment the power shifted.

When she remained quiet, Daniel continued, his voice firmer now.

"I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Aunt Norma. But let me tell you one thing—I’m no longer playing this the way you want me to."

Norma’s lips curved into a soft laugh. Not amused. Not kind.

"I sensed it a long time ago," she said. "But it was you who kept denying it, Daniel. So now I’ll handle things myself—whether you like it or not."

Her tone hardened.

Norma wasn’t about to step back just because Daniel had suddenly decided to grow a conscience. For years, they had endured humiliation. Whispers. Doors closing in their faces. Even their own people had turned away from them.

And all of it traced back to Hugo. And his daughter, Kathrine.

The bitterness still sat heavy in Norma’s chest.

Now, just because Daniel was married to Anna, that girl had not only diverted his focus—she had turned him against her.

The boy Norma had raised as her own. The boy she had protected, shaped, fought for.

Was now standing in front of her, looking her in the eyes, and refusing her.

Norma stood up slowly and walked toward him. Daniel didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on her, steady but conflicted.

"You think you’re different now," Norma said quietly, stopping just a step away. "You think marriage made you stronger. Kinder. But all it’s done is make you blind."

Daniel clenched his jaw. "And you think control makes you right."

Norma’s eyes flashed.

"I think survival makes me right," she snapped. "Everything I’ve done—everything—was to protect us. To make sure we were never at someone else’s mercy again."

"We became the same people we hated," Daniel shot back. "You just don’t want to admit it."

For a brief second, something flickered across Norma’s face. Regret? Or just anger buried too deep to surface.

’No because of those people she lost her only brother, her sister-in-law. Then how should I forgive them’

"You’re standing where you are because of me," she said coldly. "And don’t forget that. Every door that opened for you—I forced it open."

Daniel met her stare. "And every lie you told to do that is why I won’t follow you anymore."

Norma stepped closer, her voice dropping to a warning.

"Be careful, Daniel. You’re choosing a side without understanding the war. You think this ends with Hugo? With one exposed man?"

She shook her head.

"This is bigger than you. Bigger than her. And if you keep standing in my way, I won’t hesitate to remove even you from the board."

Daniel’s expression hardened. "Is that a threat?"

"It’s a promise," Norma replied softly.

The tension between them was suffocating now—years of shared history colliding with choices neither could undo.

And then the door burst open.

"Daniel!"

Anna’s voice echoed through the office, breathless and rushed. She stepped inside without looking, words tumbling out in a frantic blur.

"I just heard what happened downstairs. Everyone’s talking about Dad—about how he was destroyed in front of the board, and I—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Her eyes finally lifted.

Norma. Standing inches away from Daniel. The air between them charged with something dark and unresolved.

Anna froze.

The words died on her lips.

"Oh," she whispered.

Norma turned slowly, her gaze landing on Anna with a look that was impossible to read.

And in that single moment, Anna realized she had walked straight into a battle she didn’t even know she was part of.

Anna stood frozen at the doorway, her mind replaying the last time she had seen Norma this close.

It had been over dinner. A quiet, carefully arranged evening that was supposed to feel like family but had instead felt like she was been mocked for stepping into her sister’s shoes without her consent.

Norma had smiled through most of it, her questions polite, her tone civil—but something underneath had been sharp, restrained, waiting.

Anna had never understood why.

Until now.

Because standing here, in Daniel’s office, with the tension thick enough to suffocate, she finally saw what she had missed back then. The calm in Norma’s eyes wasn’t peace—it was control. The kind that hid rage so deep it shimmered just beneath the surface, dangerous and restrained.

Anna’s chest tightened.

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.

The hatred was evident. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quiet and terrifying in its precision. And somehow—painfully—Anna knew it was directed at her. Not personally. But because of what she represented.

Her family.

Hugo. Kathrine. Everything Norma had lost because of them.

Anna felt suddenly small, painfully aware that she was standing between two worlds she didn’t belong to. Daniel’s tension. Norma’s fury. Years of history she had never asked to inherit.

She took a small step back, instinctively giving them space.

"I... I should go," Anna murmured, already retreating.

But Norma moved first.

She walked toward Anna with unhurried steps, heels soft against the floor, her presence commanding without raising her voice. Daniel started to say something, but Norma lifted a hand, silencing him without even looking.

Anna’s breath caught as Norma stopped right in front of her.

Up close, the composure was even more unsettling. Norma’s eyes were calm, almost gentle—but they burned with something ancient and unforgiving.

Norma leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so only Anna could hear.

Anna stiffened.

"You should never have come here today," Norma continued softly. "Because now you’re no longer invisible."

Anna’s lips parted, her heart pounding as she didn’t understood her words but still tried to justify. "I didn’t mean to—"

Norma’s gaze sharpened.

"Intent doesn’t matter," she cut in quietly. "Consequences do."

Then, almost casually, she added the words that made Anna’s blood run cold.

"You think Daniel is protecting you. But the truth is—you’re the one thing I can use to control him."

Anna felt the air leave her lungs.

Norma straightened, her voice still calm, still composed.

"So be careful, Anna Bennett. The moment you became his wife, you became a weakness. And weaknesses never survive in wars like this."

She stepped back, her expression smoothing as if she hadn’t just dismantled Anna’s sense of safety in a single breath.

Without another glance, Norma turned and walked past Daniel, toward the door.

Anna stood there, trying to understand the meaning behind Norma’s words.

The more she replayed them in her head, the heavier her chest felt. They echoed not like a threat, but like a prophecy—calm, certain, and impossible to ignore.

A weakness.

Something I can use.

The dread crept in slowly, seeping into her thoughts, tightening around her ribs until it felt hard to breathe. She had walked into Daniel’s office looking for comfort. Instead, she had been handed a warning she didn’t know how to protect herself from.

"Don’t bother with her."

Daniel’s voice pulled her back.

"She won’t be able to touch even a strand of your hair."

Anna turned toward him instinctively, but the moment their eyes met, Norma’s words resurfaced again, sharper than before. You’re the one thing I can use to control him.

Her heart skipped.

She swallowed and forced herself to speak. "Is it true?"

Daniel frowned slightly. "Is what true?"

"The project," she said quietly, walking toward him. "The one my father was working on... is it terminated?"

Daniel didn’t pretend. He simply nodded.

"Yes."

The finality in his voice made her stop mid-step.

She had known the answer even before asking. The gossip in the elevator, the tension in the building, Norma’s presence here—everything pointed to it. But hearing it out loud made it real in a way she hadn’t been prepared for.

"And him?" Anna asked. "My father?"

Daniel exhaled slowly. "He’s out. Completely."

Anna’s fingers curled at her sides. She didn’t know what emotion she was supposed to feel—relief, anger, guilt, fear. Hugo had never been a good father, but he was still her father. And the way he had fallen wasn’t quiet. It was public. Brutal.

"She suddenly decided to interfere," Daniel added, his tone controlled but edged with something darker.

That made Anna pause.

"Suddenly?" she repeated.

Daniel looked at her. "Aunt Norma doesn’t do anything suddenly. But this time, she chose not to wait."