Back In Time, Billionaire's Neglected Wife Wants A Divorce

____...“NOO!” Joanne startled awake, shoving the strong hands off her frail shoulders as she tried to get as far away from the monster, only to topple off the chair. “OWW!” She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the dining room of the penthouse she shared with Reagan after their marriage.He used to live in the Knight mansion but moved here a week before the wedding. He probably believed that she was not good enough to be the lady of the Knight household.She didn’t mind. After all, anything was better than living under the same roof as Rowena Knight. She hated Joanne with the kind of passion enough to set her on fire. She looked down at her belly in fear. Flat. It was flat. Her baby was gone.“What?” She pulled up her shirt and looked for wounds, scars, anything. “Hey, what's wrong?”The voice that was so familiar to her. The voice that caused such an adverse reaction in her soul. She looked up, her eyes filled with so much hatred that Reagan took a step back. “Ar

____...“This is ridiculous!” And bad! So fucking bad!Joanne shook her head, swatting the cup away. “I am not peeing in front of you.” “Why not?” Reagan was out of it. He had the stupid bandage removed so now he stood there in front of her with his stupid Rudolf nose and demanded that he watch her take a piss.“Coz it’s gross?” “I think we are way past that.” “I think not.” Joanne was horrified. She did not remember any such incident in the past. Did her post time-travel hysteria make him doubtful? “I will close my eyes. And ears.” He tried to bargain. “And step out of the bathroom.”“No.” He rejected her idea outright. “Then I am not testing.” She resolved.“Why is it so hard for you to do it in front of me?” “What do you think I am going to do if you step out? Replace my pee with mouthwash?” Joanne glared at him, even though she really wished she could do that. “I will pee in the cup and give it to you. You can do the test yourself. How about that? And while you wait ou

____ . . . “You had to see the blood. So much blood. I will send you all the juicy pics as soon as it is made legal to release.” Reagan stared at Sergeant Elliot Grady. He was a homicide detective. He had no problem talking gore. What stunned him was how interested Joanne was in the stories. He looked at the time. The motherfucker had overstayed and it was seven in the evening now. “I don't think she should see all these things now.” He finally opened his mouth after being royally ignored for half a day. The Billionaire CEO was not used to being royally ignored for so long. Joanne looked at him, offended. “Because I am a girl?” She did not say it but she really did feel extremely uncomfortable, listening to Elliot talk about blood and murder. She realized that she was so out of touch with the plight of the victims and used to treat these crimes as entertainment. Until one happened to her. She remembered the pain, the helplessness and hopelessness, the desperation to

____...“So she knows it's a boy?” Reagan asked as he sipped on the over-sweetened mojito that went straight to his brain. He winced as he placed the blue food-dyed drink down. Joanne nodded, though all she really wanted was to overturn the mojito on his head. She did not like him here. She did not like that he was sitting, absolutely relaxed, on the lawn chair with his arm draped lazily over her chair while all she wanted to do was eat her nails while she wondered whether the doctors had missed out on some major brain bleed when Reagan got his nose broken. “Yes, yes, the gender reveal was three months ago, Mr. Knight!”Joanne rolled her eyes. It did not help that one of Talia's friends thought the sun shone out of Reagan's ass and tried to start conversations with him. For Christ's sake, he was not a celebrity. He was just a less-than-human piece of crap! Reagan gave her a polite nod but did not entertain further interaction. He turned back to his wife. “So why a separate bab

____...“What the hell?” Pauline screeched. Joanne and Reagan snapped out of their stupor, Reagan pulling Joanne's shorts back up before fixing his own clothes as he quickly got off of her and she struggled to get to her feet. “That's what I should be saying, Lynn. What the hell? Stop showing up unannounced.” Reagan was absolutely flustered, and Joanne even more so - she didn't know whether to thank Pauline for halting a disaster or hate her for how mannerless she was.All the ladies’ heads whipped to his face as if he had gone crazy. “What did you just say?” Pauline had tears in her eyes, but her baby brother ignored her in favour of her hated sister-in-law. “You okay?” Joanne blinked. Was she okay? She did not think so. She was confused as to whether she should choose the alternate reality theory or he needs a brain check theory. “You can't talk to your sister like that.” Was what she ended up blurting out. Which had the two ladies whipping their heads in her direction