Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 570: Best damn night of my life

The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, smoke, and quiet conversations. Laughter occasionally erupted from different corners, but in the far end of the room, near the shadowed booths, two men sat across from each other.

One of them looked far too pleased with himself.

The man leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid inside his glass before taking a long, satisfied sip. The taste of the expensive whiskey spread warmly through his throat, and a wide grin stretched across his face.

"Never thought I’d be drinking something this expensive," he said with a chuckle.

Across from him sat another man.

Unlike the first, this man looked calm—almost indifferent. His face was partially hidden under the dim light, his fingers lazily tapping against the side of his untouched drink.

The cheerful man raised his glass toward him.

"To you," he said proudly. "For helping me out."

The mysterious man said nothing, but his lips curved into the faintest smile.

The attacker laughed again, clearly enjoying himself.

"You know, when you first came to me with the job, I thought it was going to be risky," he continued. "But it turned out easier than I thought."

He downed another mouthful of whiskey.

"That car crash was perfect."

His voice carried a hint of pride.

"I hit him just like you told me. Fast and straight. Even managed to jump out before anyone noticed."

The other man simply watched him.

Silent. Listening.

"And the best part?" the attacker continued smugly. "No one even saw my face."

He tapped the table confidently.

"Clean job."

The mysterious man finally lifted his glass, slowly taking a sip.

"Good," he said quietly. His voice was low, controlled.

The attacker laughed again. "You’re a man of few words, huh?"

The stranger didn’t respond. Instead, he reached into his coat and placed a thick envelope on the table.

The sound of it landing made the attacker’s eyes light up instantly.

"There you go," the man said calmly. "Your reward."

The attacker grabbed the envelope eagerly and peeked inside.

Bundles of crisp notes stared back at him.

His grin widened. "Now this is what I’m talking about!" He laughed loudly, stuffing the envelope into his jacket.

"See? This is why I like working with people like you. Straight business."

The stranger finished his drink and placed the glass down slowly.

"Enjoy your night," he said.

The attacker raised his glass one final time.

"Oh, I will."

He drained the remaining whiskey and stood up, slightly unsteady from the alcohol but clearly in high spirits.

"Thanks for the treat," he said before turning toward the exit.

The mysterious man remained seated. Watching while the attacker pushed open the bar door and stepped outside.

The night air was cooler, the street quieter compared to the lively bar behind him.

He adjusted his jacket and began walking down the narrow alley beside the building, humming to himself.

"Best damn night of my life," he muttered. But halfway down the alley, something felt wrong.

His steps slowed and a strange heat spread through his chest.

"What the..." He pressed a hand against his stomach and suddenly a violent cough tore through his throat.

"—UGH!"

Dark liquid splattered onto the concrete.

’Blood.’ His eyes widened in shock.

"What...?"

Another cough followed, harsher this time. More blood spilled from his mouth.

His knees buckled as he collapsed against the damp brick wall.

"No... no..." His breathing grew frantic as his vision blurred.

The realization hit him like a hammer.

The drink. The whiskey.

His mind flashed back to the glass the mysterious man had pushed toward him earlier.

A cold wave of dread washed through him.

"That... bastard..."

He tried to stand, but his legs refused to obey.

His body felt heavier with each passing second. The poison was spreading.

"Why..." he choked.

He had done the job. Everything had gone exactly as planned. So why—

Another violent cough wracked his body, and he fell to his knees.

His hands clawed desperately at the ground as he struggled to breathe.

Air refused to fill his lungs. His chest burned and vision darkened at the edges.

Somewhere in the distance, faint footsteps echoed.

But he could no longer tell if they were real or simply the sound of his fading consciousness.

His body trembled violently.

The envelope of money slipped from his jacket, scattering across the dirty alley floor.

With the last of his strength, he lifted his head slightly.

A shadow moved at the entrance of the alley.

Tall. Still watching.

His lips moved weakly. "You..." But the word never fully formed.

The poison had already reached his heart.

His body collapsed forward onto the cold concrete.

His fingers twitched once.

Twice.

Then slowly—everything went still.

At the end of the alley, the shadow stepped back into the darkness.

Leaving behind nothing but silence... and a body that would never speak again.

***

The next morning, Anna woke up to the strange feeling of someone staring at her.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Daniel’s face.

Very close to hers.

He was lying on his side, propped slightly against the pillow, watching her with an unusually content expression.

Anna blinked.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she muttered sleepily.

Daniel’s smile only widened.

"Just appreciating my beautiful wife."

Anna sighed and pulled the blanket slightly over her shoulder, already knowing that tone meant trouble.

Ever since the accident, Daniel had been behaving... different.

Or more accurately—clingy.

He had been taking full advantage of the care she had shown him the night before.

Helping him change his shirt.

Making sure he took his medicine.

Even feeding him dinner when he exaggerated how difficult it was to eat with his injured arm.

Of course, Anna had helped without complaining.

But Daniel seemed to have decided that this level of attention should continue permanently.

"I know my left hand is perfectly fine," Daniel suddenly said with a dreamy sigh, clearly remembering the previous night, "but eating food from your hand feels like heaven."

Anna turned to look at him with disbelief.

"Daniel."

"Yes?"

"You ate dinner perfectly fine before the accident."

"That was before I realized how wonderful this arrangement is."

Anna stared at him for a moment before sitting up in bed.

"You are unbelievable."