Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 470: There she is

Daniel’s words echoed in her mind like a violin—soft, aching, impossible to forget. And just as Anna leaned in to kiss him back, she suddenly stopped.

Daniel blinked, already pouting. "Hey—"

"But how do we find the person who killed you?" she asked quietly, the question lingering between them despite everything that had finally been said and forgiven.

Daniel sobered.

He had thought about it too. Over and over. Yet no matter how far he searched his memories, the answer remained frustratingly empty.

"I can’t remember having any enemies back then," he admitted. "Not beyond the Bennetts. And they were... too easy. I took them down without them even realizing who I really was."

Which meant something didn’t add up.

"Then whoever it was," Anna murmured, "is still hidden."

Daniel nodded slowly. "For now, I think the only thing we can do is wait. Watch. If something strange starts happening around us again, maybe the truth will surface on its own."

Anna considered that, then nodded.

Sometimes fate didn’t reveal itself through answers—

only patterns.

They leaned back into each other, the tension easing, and this time Anna didn’t hesitate. Their kiss resumed, slower, warmer, carrying less fear and more certainty.

Daniel had lived with those haunting dreams for so long—visions of loss, death, and unfinished endings. But in this moment, holding her again, he finally felt at peace.

Not because the past was solved.

But because he no longer faced it alone.

"I promise," he whispered against her hair, "I’ll be the best man I can be for you in this life."

Anna smiled softly.

Then Daniel suddenly added, almost as an afterthought, "By the way... I gave Ethan Cynthia’s address."

Anna pulled back slightly, breathless, before she processed his words. Then she nodded in understanding.

Since Kathrine was trying to uncover the truth as well, Anna had decided to help her—with Daniel’s support. If pieces of the past were scattered across different people, then maybe bringing them together was the only way to see the full picture.

"I hope it helps her remember something," Anna said quietly.

Because if memories were the key... Then maybe the truth wasn’t lost. It was just waiting to be awakened.

***

[Cynthia’s House]

"No one could ever doubt George’s loyalty," Cynthia said softly. "He always used to say he was thankful to Hugo Bennett—the man who trusted him when no one else did. He would say he would be grateful to him for the rest of his life."

Her eyes dimmed with memory.

"He even used to say he wanted his son to grow up just like Hugo."

Cynthia remembered those conversations clearly—George speaking about the future with hope in his voice. He respected Hugo to the point of pledging his loyalty to him completely, yet that devotion never stopped him from being a devoted husband and father.

"So... his son," Kathrine said slowly, her gaze shifting to the framed photograph on the table. "The one in the picture?"

Cynthia nodded.

For a moment, she thought about how easily she could have let Ethan and Kathrine walk away that day. How close she had come to closing the door on them and the past altogether.

But when she saw Kathrine turn to leave, something inside her had stirred—an instinct she had learned to trust over the years.

At first, she had believed all the things she had heard about the girl. That she was manipulative. Dangerous. Heartless.

Yet standing in front of her now, Cynthia saw something different.

Not evil. Just a soul that had lost its way.

And when Cynthia realized that, her heart softened.

Sometimes, the most broken people were not the cruelest— they were simply the ones who had never been loved the right way.

Kathrine stared at the photograph in her hands, an indescribable feeling stirring deep in her chest—something between familiarity and loss, like a memory just out of reach.

"His son..." she murmured, lifting her eyes to Cynthia. "What’s his name?"

Cynthia hesitated for the briefest second, as if the name itself carried weight.

"Daniel."

The sound of it echoed strangely in Kathrine’s mind.

Daniel.

Her fingers tightened around the edges of the photo, her heartbeat suddenly uneven, as though the name had unlocked a door she didn’t remember closing.

***

[Clafford Mansion]

Soft breaths and quiet laughter still lingered in the air when Anna suddenly pulled back.

"Why hasn’t she called yet?"

Daniel blinked, lips parted as he watched his wife stare at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Anna..." he said, half amused, half resigned.

They had been in the middle of what was supposed to be a rare, uninterrupted moment together—but her thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. To Kathrine. To Cynthia’s house. To the truth that was slowly unraveling.

"She will," Daniel said gently, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "You’re not exactly subtle about checking your phone."

Anna let out a small sigh, leaning back against the headboard. "I know, I know. But I still half-expect Kathrine to invade like she’s done a thousand times before."

Daniel turned to her with a solemn expression. "So... you want me to hate her for the rest of my life?" he asked gravely.

Anna burst out laughing. "As if you were ever going to like her anyway."

"Fair point," he admitted.

Anna smiled, because she knew the truth behind his words. Daniel wasn’t cruel—just cautious. He tolerated Kathrine only because she was Anna’s sister. Because in this life, she wasn’t the same person she had been before. Not the manipulative shadow from their past, but someone flawed, confused, and still searching for herself.

So Daniel tried.

He kept things polite. Distant, but respectful.

Not for Kathrine’s sake.

For Anna’s.

Just when Anna finally decided to let go and stop worrying—just when she told herself she wouldn’t let anything ruin the moment—the phone on the bedside stand suddenly rang.

"There she is," Anna said triumphantly, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She immediately sat up, reaching for the phone like she had just won a bet.