All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Karline’s POV The chandelier above the long mahogany table cast its golden glow over rows of polished cutlery and crystal glasses. The air smelled of roasted lamb, buttered vegetables, and wine, but my stomach twisted so much I could hardly taste the scents. Reid walked beside me, his hand never once touching mine, his silence as heavy as the walls around us. When we entered the dining room, everyone was already seated. His family. His father, Richard, calm, quiet, always watching but rarely interfering. His mother, Margaret, sharp, proud, her eyes always lingering on me as though I had stolen something that belonged to her. His sister, Lydia, beautiful, polished, her words sweet but laced with poison. His brother, Daniel, aloof, sipping his wine as though the drama of this family was merely entertainment. Uncle Henry and Aunt Sara, a sweet couple.. And of course, Natalie. Always Natalie. Seated right beside Margaret as though she had more right to be there than

Karline’s POV The morning sun spilled into the hall, painting the marble floor in streaks of gold. I sat there waiting, my hands clenched tight on the edge of the couch. My eyes were fixed on the door. I hadn’t slept all night. My heart was aching, my mind replaying Reid’s words again and again. Is the child mine? I pressed my palm against my stomach, whispering to the little life inside. “He will believe us… he has to. He’s your father.” The sound of footsteps clicked against the floor, light and sharp. I looked up, my chest tightening when I saw her. Natalie. Her lips curved into a smug little smile as she stepped into the hall, her expensive heels tapping deliberately. She looked me up and down with those condescending eyes before speaking, her voice coated in false sweetness. “You should be grateful, Karline.” My brows furrowed. “Grateful?” She tilted her head. “Yes. The only reason Reid hasn’t divorced you yet is because of the baby in your womb. Without that child, you w

Karline’s POVEthan’s soft breaths were like music as I rocked him gently in my arms. His little hand clung to my finger, so fragile, so perfect. My heart swelled with both love and fear.When the door creaked open, I turned, smiling faintly. “Reid…”But his face wasn’t soft. It was carved in stone. In his hand, a white envelope. His footsteps were deliberate, heavy, and every beat of his shoes against the floor echoed in my chest.“The results are here,” he said flatly.My stomach twisted. I forced a shaky smile. “Good… now you’ll see. You’ll see that Ethan is yours.”He ripped the envelope open without sitting, without looking at me, just unfolding the paper with rough, sharp movements. His eyes scanned the words once, twice. His lips pressed into a thin line.The silence was unbearable. My heart hammered. “Reid? What does it say?”Finally, his eyes lifted to mine. Cold. Accusing.“It says this child… is not mine.”My entire body went numb. The words sliced through me, colder than i