All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWEthan was still running in uneven circles across the garden, his new dinosaur clutched in one hand, his laughter rising and falling with the breeze. Reid watched him carefully. Even though the color had returned to the boy’s cheeks, there was still a slight weakness in the way he slowed down after a few minutes.Reid walked toward him and gently scooped him up into his arms.“Hey,” he said softly, brushing Ethan’s hair away from his forehead. “Don’t play too much, baby. You’ll feel exhausted again.”Ethan blinked at him, breathing lightly but not struggling. “I’m strong,” he said proudly.Reid smiled faintly. “I know you are. But even strong boys need to be careful.”Ethan nodded seriously, as if this was a very important agreement between them.Reid adjusted him in his arms and lowered his voice. “Papa is going to take you to a very special place later. Do you want to go?”Ethan’s eyes widened a little. “Special place?”“Yes,” Reid said gently. “But only if

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWWhen the applause finally settled and the formal statements ended, Reid stepped down from the stage.The atmosphere had shifted. What had begun as a tense press conference now felt like something softer, resolved, almost reverent. Cameras were still flashing, but not aggressively. Questions were being held back out of respect.Reid walked straight toward the front row.Ethan looked up at him immediately. “Papa, you said my name so loud.”Reid smiled and crouched down. “I did.”“Everyone heard?”“Yes,” Reid said gently. “Everyone heard.”He lifted Ethan into his arms. The boy wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, comfortable now, unafraid of the crowd.Reid glanced at Karline. “Would you… would you like to come up? Just for a moment?”He didn’t demand it. He asked.Karline’s fingers tightened around the edge of the sofa. All the eyes in the room felt heavier now. The lights. The whispers. The history.She shook her head softly.“No,” she said quietly. “Yo

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe fair had grown even brighter as the night deepened.Music drifted through the air, laughter rising and falling in waves. The Ferris wheel turned steadily in the background, glowing like a slow-moving constellation. Somewhere nearby, someone won a prize and a bell rang loudly again.Reid and Karline walked side by side, Ethan between them, his small hands swinging in theirs.For once, there was no tension between them. No awkward silence. Just the soft warmth of being present.James and Mia had wandered off toward one of the game stalls, arguing playfully about who would win the ring toss. Daniel followed them with a smirk, clearly expecting entertainment.Ethan suddenly stopped walking.“Mumma,” he said, tugging gently at Karline’s hand. “What’s that?”She followed his gaze.A food stall stood a few steps away, steam rising from the metal grill. The smell was unmistakable, warm bread, grilled sausages, onions sizzling lightly.“That,” she said softly, “i

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWKarline opened her mouth to say something.“Reid, I...”But she never finished.There was a loud cracking sound above them.At first it blended with the music and laughter. Then it grew sharper, wood splintering, metal snapping under pressure.Reid’s eyes shifted upward instinctively.Time slowed.One of the large decorative tents near the edge of the fair had come loose. The wind had picked up stronger than anyone noticed. The tall supporting pole tilted dangerously.“KARLINE MOVE!!!!” Reid shouted.She barely had time to register the fear in his voice.He lunged forward.His hands shoved her hard, harder than he ever had before, sending her stumbling and falling onto the dusty ground.“What the hell!!!!!”And then it happened.A heavy iron rod from the collapsing frame swung downward.The tent canvas came crashing with it.The rod struck Reid across the head and shoulder with a sickening, metallic thud.The sound was wrong.Too solid.Too final.He collaps

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The afternoon light slipped softly through the curtains of Ethan’s hospital room.He sat propped up against his pillows, a small blanket over his legs, his stuffed lion tucked under one arm. Karline sat beside him with a bowl of warm soup, blowing gently on each spoonful before bringing it to his lips.“Open,” she said softly.He turned his face away.“No.”She raised an eyebrow. “No?”“I want Papa.”Her heart squeezed.“He’s resting, baby,” she replied gently. “Papa needs to get strong.”Ethan frowned deeply, his lower lip pushing out. “Three days is too much rest.”Despite everything, a faint smile touched her lips.“Is that so?”“Yes,” he said seriously. “When I sleep too much, you wake me up.”She brushed her fingers through his hair. “Papa got a bigger boo-boo than you think.”He looked down at his small hands. “Is it because of me?”Her entire body stilled.“Why would you say that?”“Because it was my birthday,” he whispered. “If we didn’t go fair…”S