All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

REID'S POINT OF VIEW “What are you doing here?” Before I could even form a proper answer, my body moved on instinct. I stepped inside and closed the door behind us. The soft click echoed louder than it should have. My eyes swept the room automatically, empty. Of course it was.A private VIP lounge, soundproofed, dimly lit, meant for discretion. Too much discretion. “I..” My throat felt dry. I hadn’t planned this part. Karline crossed her arms over her chest, her posture defensive, chin lifted. “Why are you here, Reid?” she asked again, this time slower, crueler. “You looked very comfortable with your date.” The word date hit like a slap. “Natalie isn’t my date,” I said immediately, the words tumbling out. “I came here to talk to her. About the plan. About everything I told you about, inheritance, shares, the DNA reports. I needed her to believe me.” She rolled her eyes dramatically, a short laugh leaving her lips. “It’s okay,” she said lightly. Too lightly. “This isn’t the firs

KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEW “I’m here with Daniel,” I said suddenly.The words came out before I could stop them, sharp and defensive, like I needed to draw a line between us before I forgot why it was there in the first place.Reid frowned slightly. “Daniel… because..?”“Because of Mia,” I added quickly. “She told me to come. She… she likes him.” I swallowed. “She wanted me to open the door for her. That’s all.”His brows knit together. “Mia?”I nodded. “She’s had a crush on him for years.”For a moment, I thought he might question it. Push. Dig deeper. Reid had always been like that—wanting to understand every angle, every motive. But this time, he didn’t.He just nodded once.“I see,” he said quietly.There was something restrained in his expression, something carefully locked away. Relief? Concern? Jealousy? I couldn’t tell..and I didn’t want to know.“I should go,” I said, my voice dropping to almost a whisper.He looked at me for a long second, as if memorizing my face. Then he nod

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWAdrian nodded and answered. “Hello?”Natalie’s voice came through, sharper this time, edged with urgency. “Listen. I need you.”Reid’s eyes narrowed.“I have something important to handle,” she continued. “Something I can’t mess up. And I can’t do it over the phone.”Adrian swallowed. “What do you want me to do?”“I want you here. Tomorrow. In person,” Natalie said firmly. “I’ll tell you everything then.”James glanced at Reid, a slow, knowing look passing between them.“Is… is everything okay?” Adrian asked, forcing calm into his voice.Natalie scoffed. “It will be. As long as you don’t disappear on me.”Reid crossed his arms slowly, watching Adrian like a hawk.“I won’t,” Adrian replied quickly. “I’ll come.”“Good,” Natalie said. “Be ready. I’ll message you the time and place.”The call ended.Adrian lowered the phone with shaking hands.The room went silent again.James let out a low whistle. “Well,” he said lightly, “that couldn’t have gone better if we’

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe morning air outside the hospital was crisp, but Natalie barely noticed. She was too busy fidgeting with her hair in the car mirror, making sure it was perfectly smooth, reflecting the image she wanted Reid to see. Every strand, every curl, had to be flawless.The heels clicked lightly against the floor as she walked toward the hospital entrance, a sense of purpose in her step.Reid’s presence beside her was calm, collected, almost unnervingly so. He didn’t rush her, didn’t comment on the careful adjustments she made to her outfit, but Natalie could feel his gaze, steady and precise, like a predator observing its surroundings.“Natalie,” Reid said softly as they reached the sliding glass doors. His voice was calm, almost casual, but carried a weight that made her pause. “Are you ready for this? The DNA tests?”Natalie’s lips curled into a small, cheerful smile. “Of course, I’m always ready,” she replied, brushing a hand over her silk blouse. “Let’s just g

REID'S POINT OF VIEW The room was quiet except for the low hum of the monitors. Too quiet. James sat a few feet away from me, legs stretched out, tablet balanced on his knee, one hand lazily flipping a sandwich wrapper while the other hovered near the keyboard. On the wall in front of us, multiple screens glowed, Natalie’s apartment, the corridor outside her bedroom, the timestamp ticking forward in cold white numbers. Then the audio line spiked. I lifted my hand slightly. James stopped chewing. There it was. Adrian’s voice, clearer than I expected. The chip worked perfectly. I leaned back in the chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the screen as Natalie appeared, pacing slowly across her bedroom floor. Calm. Composed. Careful. The same way she always was when she thought she was in control. “She’s calling him,” James muttered. “Routing audio now.” A soft click in my earpiece, and suddenly I was inside the conversation. “Adrian?” Natalie’s voice came through, low and sha