All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The smoke from the grill drifted lazily into the warm afternoon air when Karline finally moved. Karline had been watching them longer than she intended. Something inside her had been turning quietly all morning. She stepped down from the porch and walked toward him. “Reid.” He looked up immediately. Not distracted. Not delayed. Just attentive. “Yes?” “I need to talk to you.” The words weren’t sharp. But they weren’t light either. Reid straightened instinctively, handing the tongs back to Matteo without question. Matteo glanced between them once but said nothing. Ethan was still running in circles, chasing something invisible. Karline turned slightly and called softly, “Ethan, baby, come here.” He came without hesitation, small feet pattering across dry soil. She bent and lifted him into her arms, pressing a brief kiss to his hair. He wrapped his arms around her neck lazily. She looked at Reid again. “Not here.” He unders

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWBy the time they walked back from the pond, the air around the house had shifted into that warm, golden calm that comes just before evening. The smell of grilled meat lingered thick and comforting. Isabella noticed them first.Her sharp mother’s eyes took in everything in a single glance, the way Ethan was holding Reid’s hand, the quiet in Karline’s face, the slight redness around Reid’s eyes that he clearly hadn’t bothered to hide.She didn’t ask questions.Instead, she smiled warmly.“You helped a lot with the grilling,” Isabella said, wiping her hands on her apron. “If you want, you can stay for lunch. James too.”James, who was currently attempting to balance two plates while Mia loudly gave unnecessary instructions, looked up immediately.“Yes, please,” James said before remembering to look polite. “I mean... if it’s not trouble.”Reid shifted slightly, instinctively cautious.“I don’t want to cause any problems,” he said evenly. The words were respect

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe hospital always smelled the same.No matter how many times they came, it never felt familiar.Ethan held Karline’s hand tightly as they walked through the corridor. His other hand was wrapped around Reid’s fingers, smaller, tighter, as if afraid one of them might disappear if he loosened his grip.Reid didn’t let go.Not once.Procedures, checkups, lunches.Ethan pressed himself closer to Karline when a nurse approached with the first tray.Reid crouched beside him immediately.“I’m here,” he murmured.When the needle came, Ethan’s fingers dug hard into Reid’s palm. Hard enough to hurt.Reid didn’t flinch.Karline stroked Ethan’s hair, whispering soft reassurances, her voice steady even though her eyes were glossy.“It’ll be over soon, baby… breathe… just breathe…”Ethan squeezed tighter when the needle pierced his skin. His face twisted, eyes flooding instantly.Reid leaned closer.“Look at me,” he said gently.Ethan tried. His lower lip trembled.“Angr

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The minutes after the nurse left felt endless.Ethan had stopped wipping, but the quiet that replaced it was almost worse. He lay wrapped in the blanket between Karline on the sofa, his small body still trembling occasionally from exhaustion. His lashes were damp, cheeks pale, lips slightly dry.Karline kept brushing her fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances that were more instinct than words now.Reid hadn’t stopped looking at him.Finally, there was a soft knock.The doctor entered with calm, measured steps, a middle-aged man with gentle eyes and a voice that rarely rose above steady professionalism.“What happened here?” he asked softly, already approaching the child.Reid carefully carried Ethan back to the freshly made bed while Karline stood close, her hand never leaving her son.The doctor examined him methodically.Temperature. Pulse. Blood pressure.He pressed lightly on Ethan’s stomach.“Does it hurt here?” he asked.Ethan shook h

REID'S POINT OF VIEWShe turned back toward Ethan after that.Conversation over.Or at least that’s what she intended.But I wasn’t done.Not because I wanted to argue.Because I couldn’t keep carrying it inside anymore.I stood slowly and walked toward her. My legs felt heavier than they had after walking the corridor all night.“Karline,” I said quietly.She didn’t turn.I reached for her hand.She stiffened instantly.For a split second, she let me hold it. Then she tried to pull it back.“Reid..!!”I tightened my grip, not harsh, not painful, but firm enough that she couldn’t slip away.“Please,” I said.She turned to face me fully now, her eyes flashing with warning.“Reid, what the hell are you..!!!.”I stepped closer.Not threatening.Not forceful.Just close enough that I could see the faint shadows under her eyes. Close enough to feel how fragile this moment was.“Karline… will you ever give me a second chance?”The question didn’t come out smooth.It cracked.She stared at m