All Chapters of TILL DEATH DO US APART EX WIFE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Christian's Search"Christian's POVI was sitting in my study, staring at Jane's letter for the hundredth time in three days. The words were burned into my memory, but I kept reading them anyway, hoping they would say something different."Christian, I'm pregnant. The baby is yours. I'm leaving because I need peace, and I can't find peace while you're trying to control my life. I don't know when or if I'll come back. I don't know when or if I'll tell you where I am. I need you to respect my choice to leave. I need you to stop looking for me. I need you to let me go.""Let me go," I said out loud. "How can I let you go when you're carrying my baby?"I had been to Jane's apartment every day since I found it empty. I kept hoping she would come back. I kept hoping this was just a temporary thing, that she would realize she made a mistake and come home.But her apartment stayed empty. Her mail was piling up. Her plants were dying."She's really gone," I said to myself.There was a knock o

"The Villa Visit"Jane's POVI was sitting on the terrace of the villa, drinking my morning tea and reading a book about pregnancy. The sun was warm on my face, and I could hear birds singing in the olive trees. For the first time in months, I felt peaceful."How are you feeling today?" Victoria asked, bringing me fresh fruit and pastries from the village."Good. Really good.""No nausea?""A little, but not as bad as before.""That's wonderful. The second trimester is usually easier.""I hope so."Victoria sat down next to me and looked out over the valley."Jane, you look healthier than you've looked in months.""I feel healthier.""The stress is gone from your face.""Is it?""Yes. You look like yourself again.""I feel like myself again.""Good. That's what we wanted."I put my hand on my stomach and felt the small bump that was starting to show."Victoria, can I ask you something?""Of course.""Do you think I'm doing the right thing?""What do you mean?""Being here. Staying aw

"The Near Fall"Jane's POVAfter Amanda's visit to the market, I felt shaken and upset for days. Victoria tried to comfort me, but I couldn't stop thinking about what Amanda had said. That Christian would always come back to her. That I was living a fake life in Italy."Maybe she's right," I said to Victoria one evening as we sat on the terrace."About what?""About this being temporary. About me running away from real life.""Jane, you're not running away. You're protecting yourself.""Am I? Or am I just postponing the inevitable?""What inevitable?""Having to face Christian and Amanda and all the mess I left behind.""You don't have to face anything until you're ready.""What if I'm never ready?""Then you're never ready.""Victoria, I can't hide in Italy forever.""Why not?""Because it's not real. This isn't my real life.""It can be your real life if you want it to be.""Can it? Because I feel like I'm pretending. Like I'm playing house in a foreign country.""Jane, you're build

"Amanda's Trap" Christian's POV After Jane was released from the hospital, I felt more worried than ever. The doctor had said stress could endanger the baby, but I couldn't bring myself to leave Italy. I was staying at a hotel in Florence, driving to Jane's villa every day to make sure she was okay. I was sitting in the hotel lobby reading the morning newspaper when I saw something that made my blood run cold. On the front page of an Italian gossip magazine was a photo of Jane sitting in her garden, crying. The headline was in Italian, but I could understand enough to know it was bad. "American Woman Hiding Pregnancy Scandal in Italy" I grabbed the magazine and read what I could understand. It talked about Jane being mentally unstable. It said she was unfit to be a mother. It said she was hiding from her husband because she was having a breakdown. "This is impossible," I said to myself. "Who would do this?" I bought every magazine and newspaper I could find. The story was

"A Fragile Peace"Jane's POVI had been holding Emma for three hours, and I couldn't stop looking at her face. She was so small and perfect, with tiny fingers that curled around mine and dark hair that was soft like silk. Every time she made a little sound, my heart felt like it might burst with love."She's so beautiful," I whispered to her. "You're so beautiful, Emma."Victoria was sitting in the chair next to my hospital bed, tears in her eyes."Jane, she looks just like you did when you were born.""Does she?""Yes. The same dark hair. The same little nose.""She has Christian's eyes.""She has both of your eyes."I looked over at Christian, who was standing by the window. He hadn't said much since Emma was born. He just stood there watching us with this look on his face that I couldn't read."Christian, do you want to hold her?"He turned to look at me, and I could see tears in his eyes."Are you sure?""Yes.""You don't have to let me hold her.""I want you to hold her.""Really