Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 476: We’re not hiding

Meanwhile, tucked away near the far end of the red carpet behind a barricade of production staff and security, Kevin was unraveling.

He stood half-hidden in the shadows, suit jacket already creased from how many times he’d tugged at it. The flashing lights near the entrance reflected off the sheen of sweat gathering at his temple.

Anna was late. Not fashionably late. Strategically late.

Just... late.

After she had stormed out earlier, he hadn’t been able to reach her. Every call went unanswered. Every message remained on read—or worse, not even delivered. The silence had gnawed at him for hours.

It was Betty who had stopped him from spiraling completely.

"Relax," she had said with far more composure than he possessed. "If Anna says she’ll handle it, she will."

Kevin wanted to believe that.

He really did.

It wasn’t the scandals that bothered him anymore. In this industry, controversy was practically currency. He had represented actors who survived worse storms. Affairs. Lawsuits. Meltdowns.

But Anna was different.

She wasn’t just talent under his agency.

She was someone he had watched claw her way out of narratives designed to bury her.

And protecting his artists—protecting her—was his responsibility.

Now the longer the entrance remained Anna-less, the heavier the dread sat in his stomach.

She hadn’t confirmed if she was even coming.

She hadn’t told him her plan.

She hadn’t reassured him once.

What if she chose not to show up?

What if she walked into a swarm of reporters and they cornered her—bombarding her with accusations about the scandal, twisting every word she spoke?

And worse—

What if Daniel blamed him?

The thought alone made Kevin’s stomach twist.

Daniel Clafford wasn’t a man who repeated warnings.

And Kevin had been explicitly entrusted with one task: make sure Anna would never stand alone in public outrage again.

Yet here they were.

Waiting.

Uncertain.

"Why isn’t she coming?" Kevin muttered under his breath, dragging a tissue across his forehead for what felt like the hundredth time.

He crumpled it immediately and tossed it aside, only to grab another from the box Betty held out wordlessly beside him.

She didn’t comment on his nervous breakdown, but simply looked at her side where Shawn stood.

He was too invited for the premiere.

He looked at Kevin who was almost freaking out just passed him another tissue, until they heard the commotion.

The crowd near the entrance suddenly shifted.

Kevin froze mid-wipe.

A ripple of noise surged from the press line. Camera flashes intensified.

Betty’s grip on the tissue box tightened.

And Kevin slowly lowered the tissue from his face.

"Is that—?"

The sleek black car pulling up to the carpet answered the question for him.

Kevin swallowed. ’She came.’

And judging by the volume of the crowd— Anna hadn’t just shown up, alone.

"She came with Daniel!" Kevin screamed but quickly covered his mouth.

Kevin’s hand was still clamped over his mouth when Daniel fully straightened beside the car.

Even from a distance, his presence shifted the atmosphere. He didn’t rush. Didn’t acknowledge the shouting reporters clawing for his attention. He simply adjusted his jacket, calm and deliberate—like he owned the night.

And then—

He turned back.

Extended his hand into the car.

The crowd surged forward against the barricades.

Anna stepped out.

The reaction was instantaneous.

A violent burst of flashes exploded from every direction, turning the red carpet into a blinding storm of white light. Gasps rippled through the front row of reporters. Even the celebrities already posing down the carpet faltered, glancing toward the entrance.

She wore emerald.

Not soft. Not shy.

Powerful.

The gown traced her silhouette flawlessly, flowing behind her like silk poured into motion. Diamonds caught the light at her throat and wrists, scattering reflections across the pavement. Her posture was straight, chin lifted—not arrogantly, but confidently.

Untouched.

Unashamed.

Kevin felt something in his chest loosen.

"Oh my God..." he breathed, lowering his hand slowly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Daniel’s hand settled at Anna’s waist, not dragging her forward, not shielding her—but anchoring her. He leaned slightly toward her, murmuring something only she could hear.

And she smiled.

Not the polite, media-trained smile.

The controlled one.

The dangerous one.

Reporters began shouting over each other.

"Anna! Is it true you’ve been secretly married?"

"Mrs. Clafford, were the rumors planted?"

"Daniel, did you hide your relationship intentionally?"

"Are you confirming everything tonight?"

If Anna heard the sharpness in their questions, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t shrink.

Instead, she intertwined her fingers with Daniel’s.

A deliberate move.

A visual confirmation.

The cameras went feral.

Kevin’s phone began vibrating in his pocket non-stop—notifications exploding from every platform.

"She’s trending," Betty muttered under her breath, glancing at her screen.

Shawn gave a low whistle. "That’s not damage control," he said quietly. "That’s domination."

Midway down the carpet, Anna and Daniel stopped.

Turned.

And posed.

Not as scandal.

Not as rumor.

But as unity.

Daniel looked at her—not at the cameras—and something in that glance softened the entire image. It wasn’t strategy.

It was devotion.

Anna shifted slightly closer to him, her expression calm, composed... victorious.

The murmurs around the press line began changing tone.

"They look solid."

"That’s not fake."

"She doesn’t look cornered at all."

Kevin let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"She didn’t need protecting," he murmured, half to himself.

Betty glanced at him knowingly. "She never did."

As Anna finally leaned toward one of the microphones extended in her direction, the entire carpet seemed to hold its breath.

And when she spoke— Her voice was steady and clear.

"We’re not hiding."

Three words. That was all.

The flashes intensified again, but the narrative had already shifted.

This wasn’t a woman dragged into scandal.

This was a wife standing beside her husband.

And Kevin, watching from the corner, realized something with a strange mix of relief and awe—

Tonight wasn’t about survival. It was about power.

While the city buzzed with admiration and speculation over the couple’s grand entrance, miles away in a dimly lit sitting room, Norma watched the live broadcast with something far darker simmering beneath her composed exterior.

The television screen reflected against her sharp features, the glow of flashing cameras illuminating Anna and Daniel as they stood united on the red carpet.

Every replay of their synchronized steps. Every slow-motion clip of Daniel’s hand at Anna’s waist. Every headline scrolling beneath the screen confirming what the public had just witnessed.

We’re not hiding.

Norma’s jaw tightened.