Lahat ng Kabanata ng TILL DEATH DO US APART EX WIFE : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

Losing my baby Jane's pov "Mrs.Jane, I’m so sorry… the baby didn’t make it." The doctor’s words hit me like a sledgehammer, stealing the air from my lungs. I stared at her lips, moving slowly as she repeated herself, but the words didn’t seem real. I clutched my phone, staring blankly at the screen, willing the notification bar to light up, hoping Christian had responded to my texts.But yet nothing happenedMis Bright is always a petite woman with kind eyes, touching my hand gently. "Take your time. Let me know what you want to do next. I’ll step out for a moment." I nodded, though I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the sterile room. My phone sat heavy in my hand, its blankness taunting me. I typed a quick message: "I’M AT THE HOSPITAL. CALL ME." I stared at the screen, waiting for the receipt. Nothing. Five minutes passed. Ten. Still nothing. Of course. Why would he bother? I sank back into the bed, my body achin

Jane's pov His lies The room was silent, too silent, and my thoughts kept circling back to him Christian. Every moment, every effort, every sacrifice I had made over the years felt like it meant nothing now. I had twisted myself into knots, trying to be what he wanted. A good wife. A loving partner. But nothing I ever did could compete with Amanda, the ghost that had haunted our marriage from the start. How many nights had I stayed up, waiting for him to come home, only to hear his excuses? How many times had I swallowed my pride, hoping that one day he’d look at me the way he used to talk about her? I sighed, rubbing my temples as the reality of it all settled deeper into my chest. I looked down at the prescription papers and the small bag of medicine on the chair beside me. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I needed to leave. Grabbing the papers, I stood and headed for the door. The hospital smelled like antiseptic, and every step felt heavier than the last. I stepped outside

Jane's pov Back off Jane “Jane, I said, who the fuck is this man?” Christian’s voice was louder this time, sharper, cutting through the buzz of conversation in the grand hall. Heads turned toward us, eyes widening as they took in the spectacle he was creating. I kept walking, not stopping to answer him. The heat of his anger radiated behind me, but I refused to let it show how much it stung. I spotted an empty seat in the middle of the hall and made my way toward it, ignoring the whispers and stares. Christian was close on my heels. “Jane, I’m talking to you.” I sat down and looked up at him, my face calm but my voice icy. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your wife stranded outside while you walk into a gala with another woman.” His jaw clenched as he lowered his voice, clearly aware of the audience we were gathering. “That’s rude, Jane. You don’t have to talk to me like that. And you shouldn’t flirt with another man.” I leaned forward slightly, my voice steady. “Maybe you sho