All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Natalie’s fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the papers on the desk. Her eyes flicked toward the corridor, making sure no one noticed her presence. Every move was deliberate, calculated, rehearsed a hundred times in her mind. The small black outfit made her feel sleek, almost invisible, yet every muscle in her body was tense with anticipation. Suddenly, the soft click of heels echoed from behind. Natalie flinched, heart skipping a beat. A nurse appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowing. “What are you doing here?” the nurse asked sharply. Natalie’s mind raced, but her voice came out calm and confident, practiced like a mask. “Oh! I’m here to meet the doctor. Just needed a quick consultation.” She smiled politely, tilting her head slightly. The nurse studied her for a moment, suspicion flickering across her face, then nodded. “Alright, but don’t wander around. The patients are resting.” “Yes, of course,” Natalie said, holding her smile as the n

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWKarline walked back into the room quietly, closing the door behind her so the sounds of the corridor faded away. The sunlight still filtered in through the window, warm and soft, but her chest felt heavy again, heavier than before.Mia was sitting on the couch, her laptop pushed aside now, absentmindedly twisting the corner of a cushion between her fingers. She looked up when she sensed Karline standing there.“Mia,” Karline said softly.Mia smiled. “Yeah?”Karline crossed the room and sat beside her. For a moment, she didn’t speak. Instead, she reached out and gently pulled Mia into her arms, just like she used to when Mia was younger, back when scraped knees and exam stress were the biggest problems in her world.Mia stiffened slightly in surprise. “Kar…?”Karline rested her chin lightly against Mia’s hair. “I need to tell you something very important,” she said quietly. “And before you panic..I need you to know this first.” She pulled back just enough to

NATALIE'S POINT OF VIEWMy head was throbbing.Not the kind of headache you get from lack of sleep or wine, this was deeper, heavier. Like something inside my skull was pounding against bone, reminding me that I’d pushed my body too far. Too much adrenaline. Too much control. Too many calculations stacked on top of each other.But it was done.I lay sprawled across the bed, the sheets twisted around my legs, the curtains half-drawn. Sunlight leaked in through the gap, sharp and unforgiving. My phone lay abandoned on the nightstand, silent for once. No messages. No calls.Ten in the morning.I should have been awake earlier. I should have gone to work, played the role, smiled. But exhaustion had won. After last night, after sneaking, lying, fixing, winning, my body demanded rest.Everything had gone exactly as planned.The DNA reports were changed. Clean perfect and untouchable.I smiled faintly to myself and rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow.Finally.No more Karline. No more un

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW A DAY BEFORE Reid didn’t sleep that night.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his apartment long after dawn broke, the city stretching beneath him like a restless beast.. Somewhere else, Karline was holding their son together with sheer will. And somewhere in between, the truth, twisted, forged, corrupted, was waiting to be dragged into the light.By eight in the morning, Reid was already in his car.The drive to the hospital was silent. No music. No calls. Just the low hum of the engine and the pounding of his own thoughts. Every red light felt like an insult. Every second wasted felt like betrayal, of Ethan, of Karline, of himself.The hospital loomed ahead, white and pristine, pretending innocence.Reid parked and stepped out, adjusting his coat. His face was calm, controlled, the same face the world knew. CEO. Carter heir. Untouchable.Inside, the hospital smelled of disinfectant and lies.At the reception desk, a young nurse looked u

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWReid arrived quietly.Not with the sharp authority he carried into boardrooms or police stations, but with a hesitation that slowed his steps as soon as he crossed the threshold of the house. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and for a moment, he just stood there, taking it in.Karline was sitting on the couch, shoulders slightly slumped, a glass of water cradled between her hands. Mia was beside her, one arm wrapped around her back, murmuring soft reassurances.“Everything will be okay, Karline,” Mia was saying gently. “It’s over now. The truth is out. Natalie is in jail. No one can hurt you anymore.”Karline nodded.Not with pain.With relief.Her lips trembled, and before she could stop it, tears slipped down her cheeks. Not the broken, suffocating tears she had cried for years, but light ones. Tears that came from a place of release. Of finally being able to breathe.Mia noticed Reid first.Her eyes flicked up, widened just a little, then sof