All Chapters of Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KELLAN'S P.O.VMy fingers loosened by my side, and my body went liquid and tight all at once.I just stared and stared.I didn't know how or when I crossed over, but I soon found myself standing in front of a nursery.A pink nursery Something in my heart leaped, then shark then exploded.A girl.The little crib, the blush pink curtains, and the pink and white walls all began to blur. I swallowed the lump in my throat, willing myself to breathe.I hadn't expected it to hit me like this. I didn't know my heart would constrict this tight at the sight of a room. No. It wasn't just any room. It was more. I didn't know how long I stood there at the doorway of Ashley's nursery, but I felt her when she came to my side, felt her soft fingers thread through mine, and squeezed tightly Then I looked—at her. I looked as if I could already see the daughter she was carrying.Ashley's eyes were a mirror to mine—glassy too. Her lip quivered a bit and her expression bordered on sadness and something

ASHLEY'S P.O.VSeb—Kellan's father, arrived a minute laterAfter a warm hug to me and an unreadable glance at Kellan, both men leaned by the wall and wordlessly stared at Gran's engagement ring like it might come to life.Despite myself, despite knowing that Seb was fully aware of Kellan's and my failing marriage, even though I was lying to Margery through my teeth, I smiled.I've never seen both men so fazed.Gran totally ignored them while she ushered me to sit down and gave me one of her crocheted throw blankets. The scent of butter and apple pie made my mouth water.Margery made the best pies.“That's too much” I protested when she kept heaping my plate like a mountain.Her lips pulled into a mock frown. “Too much? You're eating too much, Ashley."Pressure built behind my eyes, and I blinked it away, focusing on the food in front of me. Later I can wallow in guilt, but not now. Not here Gran threw a pointed look at Kellan, “You better be feeding my granddaughter-in-law well. I do

KELLAN'S P.O.VThis was the place my life began. Truly began.I had tears in my eyes that day.For some reason, the back of my eyes prickle now. It could be from too much laughter this morning while watching Dad wince and beg Grandma to reconsider this ‘whole escape’ of getting married again.I glanced at where Dad sat behind me, waiting for Gran with a frown. Dad's friends, two of whom insisted on attending his mother's wedding, teased him for having a stepfather at forty-nine.I smiled.While the idea of Gran getting married had been odd to me at first, I've come to accept it, admire it even. To make such a decision at this age, to go this length for one person...I understood.I understood it, too.The courtroom was filling with guests, mostly Gran’s and Bob’s friends from the community board games. Bob sat at the front in a tux that somehow fit.Dinner with him was... something. Bob laughed at his own jokes, smiled, and teased her till she smacked his hand and told him not to make s

ASHLEY’S P.O.VI had lost a baby once.Then, I heard this slow, ominous beeping sound too.Beep. Beep. BeepI'd never get to see that Baby.The world was blurry when I opened my eyes. The ceiling above me was pale white and too bright.A hospital.My throat was tight, and I tried to turn, to shake my head to the side, but I couldn't feel anything. Not my fingers or legs, not my stomach Or even..“My baby." The word tore out of my throat, making me wince as I did. I tried to lift my arms, to rub over the curve of my belly, to assure myself that my daughter was still there, that she hadn't gone too But I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't moveI didn't feel her moving inside me“My baby,” I whispered, warm tears trickling down my face. What had happened? What happened to my daughter? I was supposed to meet her in five weeksDid I lose her too?No, God couldn't be this cruel, right?A big warm hand covered mine. I felt strong, sturdy fingers slide into mine. I felt a loving brush on th

KELLAN'S P.O.VShe was a snake.A power-hungry, evil snake who cared about nothing more than herself and her legacy, not caring that they came at the expense of her daughter's happiness or her husband's life.The last time I had seen Genevieve was a few weeks after my marriage to Ashley, I'd never forget the look of disgust on her face. How she sneered at me and told me I didn't deserve Ashley.She called me a manipulator, saying that I deceived her with empty promises. Genevieve threatened to destroy my up-and-coming career; she said she'd make me suffer.I proved her wrong. I became successful, built everything she said I couldn’t. But the aversion I had towards her never changed.My steps were hurried as I marched towards Ashley's wards, July half running to keep pace with me.When I reached the floor of Ashley’s room, the sight waiting for me made my jaw tighten and my hands ball into a tight fistGenevieve Cece Harrington demanding that he let her into my wife's room.Good thing