All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe hallway was quiet, just the soft beeping of distant machines and the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air.Reid Carter walked slowly beside Ethan, holding the boy’s tiny hand in his large one. Ethan swung their hands lightly, humming under his breath, cola lollipop still tucked in one cheek.“Where’s your room, kid?” Reid asked gently.Ethan raised his free hand, pointing with the certainty only a four-year-old could have.“There… there… the one with the stickers on the door!”Reid smiled despite himself.The door was indeed decorated with colorful dinosaur stickers, a crooked sun, and what appeared to be a cat that had been drawn by someone with very sticky hands.Reid opened the door and guided Ethan inside.The moment they entered, Ethan let go of his hand and scrambled onto the small hospital bed, bouncing once before settling. Reid walked over and pulled the blanket gently over him.“There,” Reid said quietly, tucking the boy in. “Comfor

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWNatalie stormed out of Reid’s apartment without looking back.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished hallway floor, a rhythm full of anger, humiliation, and something darker.The elevator was too slow.She didn’t wait for it.She climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor, breathing hard, fury simmering behind her ribs.Same building.Same walls.Just three floors above him.It made everything worse.She opened her apartment door with a sharp twist and slammed it shut behind her, leaning back against it for a moment as her breath trembled.The soft glow of the living room lamp illuminated a man lounging on her couch, Adrian.Adrian lifted his head, fork in hand, a plate of half-eaten pasta on his lap.“You’re home late,” he said, annoyed. “And this pasta you made tastes horrible. Like, disgustingly horrible. Did you forget salt or..”“Are you serious right now?” Natalie snapped, walking past him with fire in her steps.Adrian raised his brows, offended.“Ye

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWEvening settled over Italy like a heavy velvet curtain, the kind that dimmed every window with orange-gold light and made the city hum softer. Reid Carter stood in front of the huge mirror of his penthouse bathroom, the only bright place in the entire apartment.He ran a hand through his still-damp hair, fixing it back and smoothing the sides.He wasn’t dressing for a business meeting.Not a date.Not an event.He was preparing to go to the hospital.To see him.Again.That little kid with cola lollipops, a toothy grin, and eyes too familiar to ignore.Reid adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, rolled the sleeves neatly to his forearms, and took a deep breath.That kid…There was something about him.His small mannerisms.The way his hair curled behind his ear.Those dark eyes.That skin tone.That smile that lit up toward him as if he’d known Reid forever.Reid closed his eyes.Stop thinking about that. It’s just a coincidence.He told himself that for the twent

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWReid didn’t remember dropping the picture frame.He didn’t remember standing up from the chair.He didn’t remember how many breaths he took, or if he breathed at all.Everything felt slow, liquid, muffled.Like he was underwater. Like the world had tilted sideways and refused to right itself.All he knew was one deafening, repeating truth echoing in his skull:Ethan Russo is Karline’s son.And he looks like you.His hands shook uncontrollably.His pulse hammered against his throat.His vision blurred around the edges.He stared at Ethan, at the black hair, the bright, dark eyes, the pale skin, the way his eyebrows pulled together just like his used to when concentrating.A mirror.A tiny, innocent, living mirror.Oh god… oh god.Something inside him broke open, cracked in a way that felt like a physical tearing.But before he could fall fully into that spiraling horror..a soft, hurried set of footsteps echoed down the hallway.Fast. Light. Familiar.Reid’s

CHAPTER 99THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWReid Carter had survived courtrooms, hostile takeovers, global negotiations, investors who practically wanted to skin him alive.But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared him for waiting forty-eight hours for a DNA test.Forty-eight hours suddenly felt like forty-eight years.HOUR 1 - THE DRIVE HOMEAs soon as Reid left the hospital, he got into his car in complete silence.He didn’t put on music. He didn’t answer James’ call. He didn’t even breathe properly until the hospital building disappeared behind him.His hand kept slipping into his coat pocket, feeling the tiny plastic packet holding Ethan’s nail clippings.Proof. Possibility. Danger.His fingers trembled around it.Reid Carter did not tremble.But today… he did.The drive back was slow, careful, unlike him. He looked straight ahead but saw one thing only, Ethan’s smile.That laugh. Those eyes. That little pout. The way he hugged him without hesitation.His son? His son?He tighten