All Chapters of TILL DEATH DO US APART EX WIFE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"A Mother's Touch"Jane's POVI was sitting in my apartment on Sunday afternoon, feeling exhausted and nauseous, when someone knocked softly on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, and I hoped it wasn't Christian coming back to try to convince me to move into the mansion again.I looked through the peephole and saw Victoria standing in the hallway, holding a small bag and looking nervous."Victoria?" I opened the door, surprised to see her."Hello, Jane. I hope I'm not bothering you.""No, you're not bothering me. Come in."Victoria walked into my apartment and looked around. "This is lovely. Very cozy.""Thank you. What brings you here?""I wanted to see you. To check on you.""I'm fine.""Are you? Because darling, you look tired."I felt defensive immediately. "I've been working a lot.""Of course. Your company is doing so well.""Would you like some tea?""That would be lovely."I walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on, glad to have something to do with my hands. Victoria foll

"Amanda's Cruelty"Amanda's POVI was sitting in my bedroom at the Holmes mansion, painting my nails a bright red color, when I heard Christian talking on the phone downstairs. His voice was worried and frustrated, which made me curious. I put down my nail polish and walked to the top of the stairs to listen."No, I don't know when she'll tell me," Christian was saying. "But I know she's pregnant. I'm sure of it."My heart stopped. Pregnant? Who was pregnant?"She keeps denying it, but all the signs are there. The sickness, the exhaustion, avoiding alcohol..."Jane. He was talking about Jane."I just want to be there for her this time. I want to do better than I did before."I felt anger rising in my chest like fire. Jane was pregnant? With Christian's baby? How was that possible? Christian and I were together now. Christian and I were having a baby together."I know, I know. I hurt her before. But if she's carrying my child, I need to make things right."I gripped the stair railing s

"A Bitter Confrontation"Christian's POVI had been sitting in my car outside Jane's apartment for two hours, trying to decide whether to go up and knock on her door. Victoria Whitmore's words from the day before kept playing in my head: "If you want to be in her life, you'll earn it. Not force it."But I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Jane was pregnant with my baby, and she was going through it alone. Every day I waited was another day she was making decisions without me. Another day our child was growing without its father being involved."I can't wait anymore," I said to myself.I got out of my car and walked up to Jane's apartment. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I knocked again, louder this time."Jane, I know you're in there. Your car is here."Still no answer."Jane, please open the door. We need to talk."I heard footsteps, and then Jane's voice through the door."Go away, Christian.""I'm not going away.""Yes, you are.""No, I'm not. Jane, open the do

"The Farewell"Jane's POVI was sitting on my couch with Victoria, surrounded by boxes and suitcases, three days before we were supposed to leave for Italy. The reality of what I was about to do was hitting me hard, and I felt like I couldn't breathe."Victoria, I don't know if I can do this.""Do what, darling?""Leave. Run away. Disappear.""You're not running away. You're protecting yourself.""Am I? Or am I just being a coward?""Jane, there's nothing cowardly about protecting yourself and your baby.""Isn't there? Because it feels like I'm running away from my problems instead of facing them.""Sometimes running away is the bravest thing you can do.""Is it?""Yes. Sometimes the bravest thing is admitting that a situation is toxic and removing yourself from it."I picked up one of the baby books Victoria had bought me and stared at the cover. A happy mother holding a smiling baby. It looked so simple, so peaceful."Victoria, I'm terrified.""Of what?""Of everything. Of being a m

"The Italian Silence"Jane's POVI had been in Italy for two weeks now, and every morning I woke up surprised by the silence. No traffic noise. No city sounds. No Christian knocking on my door. Just birds singing and the wind through the olive trees."Good morning, darling," Victoria said, bringing me coffee and a croissant from the village bakery. "How did you sleep?""Better. The bed is finally feeling familiar.""That's good. Your body needs rest.""The baby needs rest.""You both need rest."I sat up in bed and took the coffee gratefully. The morning sickness was getting better, but I was still tired all the time."Victoria, is it strange for you? Being here instead of at home?""This feels like home now.""Really?""Home is where you are, Jane.""But don't you miss your old life?""I miss some things. But I don't miss the stress of watching you suffer.""Was I that bad?""You were breaking, Jane. Day by day, you were breaking."I sipped my coffee and looked out the window. The vi