Rebirth: The CEO’s Obsessive Love

Heavy rain washed over the grounds of Silent Oaks Cemetery as Elizabeth's spirit floated above the freshly erected tombstone.

The inscription on the grave marker read: [In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Winters, Cherished Wife of Daniel Wilson]

It made her stomach turn.

A beam of headlights cut through the rain curtain as several black sedans drove into the cemetery, their brakes screeching sharply.

Matthew Moore got out of the car, his face full of cold fury.

John Martin followed with a black umbrella, but Matthew shoved him away, letting the heavy rain pour down on him as he rushed to the tombstone, staring at it intensely.

"Who gave him permission to carve his name next to yours? Who allowed this!" Matthew's voice was hoarse as he pulled a dagger from his waist.

Matthew slammed the tombstone with the knife handle, his knuckles bleeding profusely, but he didn't care, striking again and again until the tombstone cracked.

"John! Set up the new tombstone for me! Right now!" Matthew turned and roared, his eyes bloodshot.

A few security guards rushed to bring over a new tombstone, already engraved with 'In Loving Memory of Elizabeth Winters, Cherished Wife of Matthew Moore.'

Elizabeth's spirit, hovering in mid-air, shuddered. After all the pain she had caused him, why would Matthew still do this?

Matthew knelt in the muddy ground, digging frantically at the burial soil with his bare hands, his fingernails instantly tearing back.

"Elizabeth, don't be scared, I'm getting you out. It's too dark in there, you're afraid of the dark, aren't you?" He muttered as he dug, his voice shaking badly.

John couldn't bear to watch anymore and knelt beside him, crying out: "Mr. Moore! Please stop digging! Ms. Winters has been gone for three days; let her rest in peace!"

"Get lost! She's not dead! I'll kill anyone who says she's dead!" Matthew kicked John over, his eyes full of murderous intent.

The rain poured harder, Matthew's ten fingers were a bloody mess, until finally, the black coffin was exposed.

Matthew collapsed against the casket lid, gasping for breath. Yet his movements became gentle and careful as he trembled, prying out the coffin nails one by one with his bare hands.

The coffin lid was pushed open, and a rotting smell rushed out, but Matthew didn't even frown.

Elizabeth's spirit drifted over and saw her own corpse—a gaping hole in her chest, empty eye sockets, a miserable death.

But Matthew's expression softened. He reached out his hand, gently touching Elizabeth's cold, stiff face, tears mixing with rain falling onto it.

"I'm sorry... Elizabeth, I came too late..."

Matthew suddenly turned to John: "Did you bring the things?"

John tremblingly handed over a wedding dress, a garment bag, and a still-bleeding thermal box.

Matthew opened the box—inside was a bright red heart.

A twisted smile curved his lips.

"Elizabeth, look, these are Daniel's eyeballs, and his beloved's heart. I got them all for you."

He carefully lifted the heart and gently placed it into Elizabeth's hollow chest cavity.

"He dug out your heart for that woman, so I dug out her heart to fill yours."

Elizabeth's spirit trembled violently. She wanted to embrace this foolish man, to tell him not to do this, but her hands only passed through his body.

She had married Daniel, completely breaking Matthew's heart. And what was the result?

After marriage, Daniel abused her.

Three days ago, he tied her to an operating table and, without anesthesia, dug out her heart for his beloved.

It turned out all his kindness to her was only because her heart was compatible with his beloved's.

She died in excruciating pain and regret, her body carelessly buried here.

Only Matthew, the man she had abandoned, cared whether she lived or died.

Matthew wiped his hands on his clothes, then opened the garment bag and took out a diamond-encrusted wedding dress.

"Elizabeth, I had this wedding dress custom-made five years ago. You never wanted to try it on. Today, let me help you put it on, okay?"

He lifted Elizabeth's stiff body and carefully dressed her in the wedding dress.

Though the dress couldn't hide her pale skin, in Matthew's eyes, she was the most beautiful bride.

He took out a lipstick and carefully applied it to Elizabeth's lips, then smoothed her hair.

"So beautiful." Matthew looked at her tenderly.

Elizabeth cried out silently: "Matthew! You fool! I'm not worth this!"

Matthew lay down in the coffin holding Elizabeth and shouted outside.

"John, take everyone and get lost! If anyone dares to disturb us, I'll kill them!"

John bowed three times before the tombstone and led the others out of the cemetery in tears.

He knew no one could stop Matthew, who was determined to die.

Matthew held the corpse tightly, picked up the dagger, and pointed the blade at his own abdomen.

"Elizabeth, the road to heaven is cold without me. Walk slowly, wait for me, I'm coming to be with you right now."

He smiled, and with a forceful thrust of his wrist, the dagger plunged deep into his abdomen.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining Elizabeth's wedding dress red, the color spreading rapidly.

Matthew groaned in pain, but his smile grew even more relaxed.

He pulled out the dagger and stabbed again, deeper this time, blood flowing faster.

Elizabeth's spirit threw itself onto him, screaming silently.

"No! Matthew, stop! Please stop!"

Matthew's consciousness began to blur. He buried his head in Elizabeth's neck, his voice growing fainter, but the smile never leaving his lips.

"In the next life... don't hide from me anymore... okay?"

"That bastard Daniel... I ripped him to shreds and threw him to the dogs... No one can hurt you anymore..."

Matthew's pupils began to dilate, but his arms holding Elizabeth only tightened.

Elizabeth watched Matthew's breathing stop, watched those eyes, which always stubbornly gazed at her, slowly lose their light.

"Matthew! If there's a next life, I'll give you my whole life! I won't be willful anymore, I'll never leave you again!"

She made a blood oath, and as soon as the words left her lips, a white light descended from the sky.

The white light enveloped the two in the coffin and swept Elizabeth's spirit into it. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she lost consciousness.

Elizabeth's head throbbed terribly, her eyelids heavy, unable to open.

Wasn't she dead?

Her heart seemed to ache again, and a white light pierced her eyes.

Elizabeth's eyes flew open, gasping for breath, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

Before her eyes was a luxurious dressing room, and in the full-length mirror, a pale face stared back.

The woman in the mirror wore a strapless wedding dress, the hem covered in lace.

Elizabeth froze, instinctively raising her hand to press hard against her left chest.

A strong heartbeat came through her palm, making her fingertips tingle.

Her chest was smooth and intact—no gaping hole.

Her heart was still there!

She whipped her head around to look at the digital clock on the wall—October 10, 2023.

Elizabeth's pupils contracted sharply. This was two years ago! The day she married that bastard Daniel!

Was she reborn? Had God really heard the blood oath she swore and given her another shot at life?

She almost laughed out loud, but her eyes instantly stung with tears.

She was alive, and her Matthew was alive too!

Just then, the ornate door of the dressing room was pushed open from outside.

"Elizabeth, are you ready?" A gentle voice rang out, but it made every hair on Elizabeth's body stand on end.

She stiffly turned her neck. Daniel walked over in a white suit, holding a bouquet of lilies, and flashed a gentle smile.

But in Elizabeth's eyes, this face had long since merged with the demon holding a scalpel.

In her previous life, it was these hands that brutally cut open her chest.

She remembered Daniel's words then. "Elizabeth, Sophia's heart is failing. You love me so much, won't you give her your heart?"

Back then, it was the same smile—gentle enough to be chilling.