《Rejected by my Husband》全部章節：第 171 章 - 第 180 章

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW AFTER SOME WEEKS. Weeks later, the morning settled into the hospital room with a familiar stillness. Ethan had just come back from his early procedure. He was sleepy, lashes heavy, a little drained but calm, the kind of calm that only came when the worst part of the day was already over. Karline sat beside him, close enough that her knee brushed the bed, holding a small bowl carefully in her hands. She scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips. “Slowly,” she murmured. “It’s still warm.” Ethan opened his mouth obediently, then leaned back against the pillow with a tiny sigh. “Mama,” he said softly. “Yes, sweetheart?” “When we go home… can we go to the garden?” Karline smiled. “Of course we can.” “The one with the tomatoes,” he added seriously. “The little red ones.” “The cherry tomatoes?” she asked. He nodded. “They grow fast. Like me.” She chuckled, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “You’re definitely

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Mia leaned back against the counter, watching Karline move around the kitchen with quiet efficiency.The clink of utensils, the stove, the faint hum of the exhaust, it all felt oddly domestic, grounding.“You know,” Mia said after a moment, her tone casual but her eyes observant, “you really should take some rest too.”Karline glanced at her. “I rest.”Mia snorted. “No, you collapse sometimes. That doesn’t count.”Karline smiled faintly and reached for the cherry tomatoes, rinsing them under the tap. “I’m fine, Mia. It’s just a phase. Once Ethan’s procedures are done, things will slow down.”“You’ve been saying that for months,” Mia pointed out gently. “Office, hospital, home. Repeat. You don’t even sleep properly.”Karline dried the tomatoes and placed them on the chopping board. She picked up the knife, steady hands slicing them in half with practiced ease. “Someone has to do it.”“That someone doesn’t always have to be you,” Mia said, softer now. “You’re

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Karline packed the carbonara carefully, sealing the container twice as if that alone could keep the warmth and freshness intact. She added a small thermos of soup, napkins, and a tiny spoon Ethan liked, the blue one with the chipped star on the handle. Before leaving, she slipped a small paper bag into her tote, the faint rustle of wrappers inside giving her away.The hospital smelled the same as always, clean, sharp, sterile, but she had learned to breathe past it. She walked the familiar corridor with practiced steps, nodding at a nurse who already knew her by name.Ethan was awake when she entered, propped up by pillows, his hair a soft mess against the white sheets. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.“Mama,” he said softly, voice still weak but warm.Karline smiled instantly, all the tension of the day melting away. “Hey, my brave boy.”She set the bag down and leaned in to kiss his forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. He sm

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe car slowed as they turned into a wide, softly lit driveway. Karline looked up, and her breath caught before she could stop it.The restaurant rose in front of them like something out of a magazine, modern yet warm, all glass and stone, wrapped in golden lights that reflected softly against the night.Tall olive trees lined the entrance, their leaves glowing under delicate lanterns. Valets moved smoothly, dressed in crisp black, and the air itself seemed quieter here, as if the city had learned to lower its voice.Karline’s fingers tightened around her purse strap.“I… didn’t realize it was this kind of place,” she murmured, more to herself than to Daniel.Daniel glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s new. They’re trying to make a statement.”They stepped inside, and the world changed.The interior was elegant without being overwhelming, polished marble floors, high ceilings, soft instrumental music floating in the background. The scent

REID'S POINT OF VIEWKarline? I saw her. My breath hitched in my lungs so sharply it actually hurt, like my chest forgot how to work for a second. The noise of the restaurant, the clinking glasses, the soft music, Natalie’s voice, faded into nothing.Karline.What… what was she doing here?My eyes locked onto her before my mind could catch up. She was sitting on the terrace, slightly turned, the lights brushing over her face in that soft way they always did.For a moment, I forgot everything, why I was here, who I was sitting with, what game I was playing.Then I noticed the man across from her.I couldn’t see his face clearly at first. Just the back of his head, broad shoulders, the way he leaned forward as if he was listening intently. Something about him felt familiar. Uncomfortably so.My jaw tightened.No.Wait.Daniel?The realization hit me slower but heavier. Daniel Carter. Sitting across from her. Too close. Too casual. Too damn comfortable.My fingers curled around the edge