Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 192: Your job is to follow my orders

Daniel’s heart sank when Anna didn’t react nor blink but just stared at him with cold, unreadable eyes.

And for a terrifying second, he thought she had heard everything.

"What plans were you talking about?" she asked at last.

Daniel felt the blood drain from his face.

He had never known fear—not truly. But with Anna, every emotion came at him like a first experience. And right now, fear was ice-cold and unmistakable.

"Don’t tell me you’re planning something ridiculous just to piss me off," she added, breaking the heavy tension that had begun to fill the room.

Daniel’s eyes flickered, searching her expression.Then relief washed over him—slowly and deeply when he realized she hadn’t heard all of it.

"What if I say yes?" he drawled. "Will you punish me again?"

The corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk as he stepped toward her.

He hadn’t even realized Anna had followed him into the room, but with her... he should have expected it. She was unpredictable in the most vexing, terrifying, and strangely comforting ways.

And as he looked at her now, he felt another wave of relief settle in.She hadn’t heard the phone call.

Not all of it, at least.

"You’re really asking for trouble, husband," Anna said, crossing her arms when she caught him grinning.

She didn’t even know why she had followed him... but the sudden shift in his demeanor had intrigued her more than she wanted to admit.

Daniel reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her toward him until their chests brushed."Then I like getting into trouble—if it’s from you," he murmured, his voice turning low and hoarse as his eyes locked onto hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. But they could both hear it—the heavy, echoing pound of their own heartbeats filling the space between them.

"You’re distracting me, Wifey," he said, breath brushing her cheek. He didn’t try to hide it. He couldn’t. Every second with her only drew him in deeper.

Am I getting addicted to you, Anna?

Of course he was. Staying away from her wasn’t even an option anymore.

But Anna had her own agenda.

"Then stop getting distracted when there’s a chance I might get to you," she replied. Her words carried a warning, sharp and edged—but her tone was calm, composed, almost deceptively gentle.

Daniel didn’t catch the underlying meaning. He was too focused on the way she looked, every part of her pulling him in without effort.

"Anyway," Anna continued, taking a small step back, creating distance between them, "I think you should get back to your work."

She turned and walked out of the room.

The moment the door shut behind her, her expression shifted—darkening instantly.

What about Kathrine was he talking about?

As she replayed Daniel’s earlier tension, her eyes sharpened, her jaw tightening.And slowly, a grim look overtook her face.

Instead of heading to her room, Anna walked straight out of the house.

Something didn’t sit right with her, and she needed space, quietness to think before drawing any conclusions.

But when she stepped outside, she stopped abruptly.

Her eyes caught Mariam standing near the garden path, worryingly trying to make call to someone.

"Mariam? What’s wrong?" she asked, startling the older woman with her sudden appearance.

Mariam almost jumped, clutching her phone to her chest as she stared wide-eyed at Anna.

She had sensed something off ever since Mariam returned to the mansion that morning. But now, seeing the deep worry lines creasing her forehead, Anna finally voiced the question she had been holding back.

Mariam gulped, her fingers trembling slightly, but when she realized there was no way to hide the truth from Anna, she finally opened up.

"You think Kira is being influenced by someone?" Anna asked once they had settled on a bench in the garden, the evening breeze doing little to ease the tension that had settled between them.

Mariam nodded slowly.

She had tried to speak with Kira that morning, but the girl had left abruptly. Later, just as Mariam was about to return to the mansion, she overheard Kira talking to someone—someone whose voice and tone had convinced Mariam that something was terribly wrong.

Anna watched the worry etched across the older woman’s face.

"Who was she talking to?" Anna murmured, more to herself than to Mariam. The question hung heavily in the air.

"I just don’t want her to ruin her life, Madam," Mariam whispered. "She’s my only niece. I promised her parents I would take care of her."

Mariam never approved of Kira’s behavior toward Daniel—but she also couldn’t stand by and watch the girl fall deeper into trouble because of her own greed.

"How long has it been since she stopped calling you?" Anna asked gently.

Despite her dislike for Kira, she couldn’t ignore Mariam’s pain. In a way, the older woman had become someone close to her—someone she trusted. Seeing her this distraught tugged at Anna’s chest.

"It’s been a week," Mariam said. "I thought she finally listened to me—maybe found a job and started over. But now..." Her voice cracked slightly. "Now it seems she’s caught up in something worse than a nightmare."

Anna remembered Mariam mentioning Kira coming home drunk. That alone was worrying, but whatever Kira confessed afterward must have been even worse.

"Can you give me her number and your address?"

Mariam nodded quickly, pulling out her phone and passing the details to Anna.

"Cross Road Street," Anna read aloud, her brows drawing together.

Mariam glanced at her, surprised.

"Aren’t you familiar with that place, Madam?"

Anna blinked, thrown off. "Huh? What do you mean, Mariam? Of course I don’t know your address. I’ve never been to that locality."

She waved it off with a playful tone—but Mariam’s frown deepened.

As if Anna had reacted... oddly. As if the address meant something she wasn’t aware of yet.

"Then what was your mother doing there?" Mariam blurted out before she could stop herself.

Her mind flashed back to the other day—on her way home from the convenience store. She had glanced across the street and, for a brief moment, seen Roseline Bennett walking out of Lane 3, getting into her car, and driving away.

It was unexpected. Mrs. Bennett was not the type of woman who frequented places like that. The area was far from her usual polished, high-end surroundings.

But Mariam had chosen to brush it off at the time—thinking of all the charity work Roseline did, assuming she must have been there for something related to that.

But now, as Mariam looked at Anna, she began to sense a different truth.

"My mom was in your locality?" Anna asked slowly.

Mariam pressed her lips together and nodded. "I think she was there to meet someone."

That was the only assumption she could make from watching Roseline leave.

Of all the places Roseline Bennett could be...

Cross Road Street was the very last Anna ever expected.

"Madam, what are you thinking?" Mariam asked softly when she noticed the shift in Anna’s expression.

It was that look again—the one Anna had when she slipped too deep into her thoughts.

The one that always frightened those who cared for her.

Anna blinked and shook her head pulling out of her thoughts

"It’s nothing." she said,but despite her denial, her mind was already racing—circling the same question over and over.

Why would Roseline be there?

"About Kira," Anna said, switching the topic and offering Mariam a reassuring look. "We’ll find out what she’s up to."

From everything Mariam shared, it was clear Kira was indeed in contact with someone—and that someone was influencing her.

If Anna wanted answers, she couldn’t let the girl spiral into deeper trouble.

I’ll ask Shawn to look into it, she thought. He’ll know how to help.

***

Meanwhile, inside Collins’ place, Kira lay sprawled lazily on the couch, cigarette poised between her fingers. She took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke as her eyes drifted toward the man across from her.

"How do you know Mrs. Bennett?" she asked, narrowing her gaze. "You don’t look like someone she’d even share air with."

Collins looked at the girl, her curiosity far brighter than her caution.

"Your job is not to know about my life, Kira," he said flatly. "Your job is to follow my orders."

Kira’s smile faltered for a moment before she forced it back.

"I know," she said lightly, "but since you’re my... boss for now, it doesn’t hurt to know a little about each other, right?"

She tried to sound casual, but her eyes gleamed with interest.

Kira had agreed to work for Collins because he paid well—far better than she expect.But there was a rule in their arrangement, one Collins had made painfully clear and that was

No questions.

No digging.

Just do your job.

And Kira, despite her reckless curiosity, knew that line was not meant to be crossed.

"I prefer silence over unnecessary questions," Collins said coldly. "And I expect you to do the same."