All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "But.. what?" She asked. Reid smirked."Meet me in the afternoon" AFTERNOON That afternoon, Natalie arrived early. Too early. She stood in Reid’s living room with her purse clutched to her chest, posture straight, smile practiced in the mirror of the elevator ride up. When the door opened, she brightened instantly. “Reid,” she said softly. “You wanted to see me?” He stepped aside to let her in, expression unreadable. “Come.” That single word already made her nervous. She followed him inside. James was there too, seated at the dining table with a laptop open, glasses pushed up his nose. He glanced up, took one look at Natalie, and went back to typing like this was a documentary he was only here to narrate later. Reid didn’t waste time. “If you’re going to be my wife,” he said calmly, sitting down across from James, “you need to start acting like one.” Natalie’s smile froze for half a second. “I..of course.” “You haven’t taken care of a single

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Natalie was already waiting near the door when the lock clicked. The second Reid stepped inside, she reached for him, fingers curling around the sleeve of his coat as if afraid he might disappear again if she let go. “You’re here,” she said, her voice soft, relieved, warm. “I was starting to worry.” Reid glanced down at her hand, then back to her face. His expression stayed neutral, composed. “I said afternoon,” he replied calmly. “And it’s still afternoon.” Natalie laughed lightly, a sound rehearsed to sound affectionate rather than nervous. “You know how I get. I just want everything to be perfect.” James walked in right behind Reid, pausing just long enough to inhale dramatically. “Oh wow,” James said, clapping his hands once. “It smells like someone declared war on the kitchen.” Natalie stiffened for a fraction of a second before smoothing her expression. “Welcome, James,” she said sweetly. “I hope you’re hungry.” James smiled. “Al

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWBy the time Ethan finally drifted into sleep, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, Karline felt like her bones were made of sand.She lingered for a few seconds longer, fingers brushing his hair, memorizing the calm on his face, as if she could store it somewhere inside her for later, when things got hard again. Then she straightened, squared her shoulders, and stepped out.Work didn’t pause for fear.Neither did Natalie.***The moment Karline pushed open the office floor doors, noise hit her first.Clattering lids.A sharp curse.The unmistakable smell of overcooked garlic mixed with something… burned.Karline slowed her steps.Oh. This should be interesting.The scene in front of her looked less like a corporate office and more like a war zone disguised as a catering disaster.Natalie stood near the long conference table, surrounded by massive stainless-steel food containers, their lids stacked unevenly. Her hair, once perfectly styled, h

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWAFTER SOME DAYS. DARK ALLEY. The alley felt tighter now.As if the walls themselves were leaning in to listen.The man in the coat didn’t turn back immediately. His hands remained in his pockets, shoulders stiff, back straight. When he finally spoke, his voice was no longer calm, it was deadly quiet.“Details,” he said.“Every single one.”The man tied to the chair trembled.“I told you, I don’t know much...”James moved.Fast.His fist slammed into the man’s stomach, knocking the breath clean out of him. The chair screeched against the concrete as the man doubled forward, coughing violently.James leaned down, gripping his hair and yanking his head back.“He said details,” James hissed. “Not excuses.”The man gasped, chest heaving, eyes watering.“O–okay,” he choked out. “Okay..I'll talk.”James released him but stayed close, looming like a threat made flesh.The man in the coat finally turned.His eyes were black with restrained fury.“Four years ago,” h

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW A WEEK LATER Karline’s heels clicked softly against the polished floor of the office corridor. The building was nearly empty, just the faint hum of the air-conditioning and the occasional flicker of a fluorescent light breaking the silence. She had taken a few leaves today, wanting to spend some time with Ethan, but the workload had piled up so much that she had no choice but to return tonight. Files were stacked on her desk, emails unanswered, and deadlines looming like storm clouds. She rubbed her temples as she walked, muttering under her breath, “Why does everything wait for me to take a day off? Seriously… universe, do you have a grudge?” Her phone buzzed suddenly. She glanced at it—an email notification. The sender: Reid Carter. Subject: Come to my office. Karline froze mid-step. Her pulse quickened. At this hour? She opened the email carefully, scanning the message: Karline, I need you in my office. There’s something urgent we need to discuss.