Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 177: Reborn!

Chapter 177: Reborn!

Olivia gasped, the sound sharp and sudden, as if something had struck her from within. Damon caught her just before she stumbled, arms tightening around her instinctively.

"What happened?" he asked, voice tight with concern.

But Olivia pushed him away with surprising force, staggering back until her shoulders hit the wall. Her eyes were wide and haunted.

"That—" she breathed, pressing a hand to her chest, "that wasn’t my memory."

Damon blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I remember the cell. I remember dying," she said, her voice trembling. "But that... That moment just now! your face, your voice i have not lived it before. it wasn’t mine. It felt real, Damon. It felt like I was there, but it wasn’t me."

Damon stepped forward, cautious. "Olivia—"

She held up a hand to stop him. "Don’t. Just.. don’t come closer. I want you to leave." but he did not. He watched her confused and dreaded.

He froze, chest rising and falling like he’d just come out of battle. "I don’t understand."

"Neither do I!" she snapped, then immediately regretted the sharpness. Her fingers curled against her temple. "It’s like... something cracked open. Like a memory, but not one I’ve lived. A past that wasn’t mine, but still felt like mine."

"A vision?" Damon asked slowly, dread creeping into his voice. "Or... something else?"

"You will not understand. I am not crazy, Damon. I am fighting my own battles and you are exhausting me. I want to be alone, please." she begged. His chest tightened. He wanted to leave her but at the same time he did not.

The room felt colder suddenly. The fire had burned down to embers, and the air between them was thick with everything unsaid.

He reached for her again, slower this time, and she didn’t flinch.

"I came back," she whispered.

He stilled. "What?"

"I was reborn," she said, voice barely audible. "I remember another life. One where you... where you were not like this."

Damon’s face was drained of color. "Reborn?"

"You mean these are not visions. But you remember your past life?" his face changed colors. From confusion to horror to realization.

How she knew about the battle, about the rations, about him killing his father, the marquis. How she had convinced Eward to marry him. He sat on the chair. It was all too much to understand.

She nodded, eyes brimming. But she looked away. "I remember dying by your hands in my past life and when I thought I died, I returned back to the past. The night everything changed for me was Leo’s birthday. "

His expression twisted, as if her words physically hurt.

"I didn’t understand it at first," she went on. "I thought I was going mad. I thought I was cursed. But the memories were too clear for it to be my imagination and we both had seen it. The present is going like the past. Except you.." she looked at him, "you have changed Damon. How and why?"

Her hands were shaking now. She sank down to sit at the edge of the bed, her voice breaking. You gave the order you have killed us but you never came to meet me in the prison. You hated me. You leave us screaming."

Damon sat frozen, staring at her like she’d just spoken in another language.

"I don’t remember any of that," he said hoarsely.

"I know," she murmured. "But I do."

He stepped toward her, then knelt in front of her slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

"And you... you remember me doing it?"

She nodded, tears finally spilling over.

He looked away, jaw clenched. "That can’t be real. I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t kill innocents. Not children. Not you."

"Yet you did," she whispered, and though there was no malice in her voice, he flinched like she’d slapped him.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and cracked.

"But you’ve changed," she said finally, her fingers twisting the hem of her gown. "That’s why it’s so hard to hate you now. Because this you—the man standing in front of me—isn’t the one who killed me. You’re trying. You protected Leo from vassal families. You controlled the servants and You listened. You hold me when I break."

Damon reached up, hesitantly, and brushed a tear from her cheek. "And you came back to stop it?"

"I came back," she said, "to save Oriana. To keep Leo and Abi alive. And yes... to save you, too. Because I thought maybe—just maybe—you didn’t deserve to be the monster you became."

His throat moved as he swallowed hard. "Gods, Olivia..."

Her voice cracked. "Do you hate me for not telling you before?"

"No." He took her hands in his. "I hate that you had to carry that alone."

Tears spilled freely now. "I didn’t know if I could trust you. I didn’t know who you would be this time."

He rose slowly and pulled her into his arms—not with passion, but with the kind of tenderness that tried to bind together every broken piece of her.

"I swear to you," he whispered into her hair, his voice breaking, "I don’t know what happened in that life. But I will spend this one proving I will never let it happen again."

She wept into his chest. And for a long time, they stayed that way.

"You never thought of killing us in this life?" it was hard to believe. She raised her head so that she could see in his eyes. "Oriana had tried to kill you so many times. Do you not resent her? Resent us and want revenge?" the words felt like mocking. A cold and harsh slap that did not let him breathe.

"I should be asking that." he sighed. His body still feels goosebumps just thinking about it. His hands were stained with her blood. "Do you not resent me for killing you? You have memories of the past. You could have killed me easily with these memories! But you supported me and changed me! You taught me how to love."