All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Third Person POV)When Karline pushed open the front door that evening, the first thing she heard was the clatter of something metallic.A sharp sound, like a box falling.She frowned, slipping her shoes off, the dull ache in her temples deepening.The house was quiet, too quiet.“Mamma?” she called softly, setting her bag down.No answer.Just another rustle, coming from her parents’ room.Her steps were slow, uncertain, every muscle in her body already wound tight from the day.When she reached the doorway, she froze.Isabella was kneeling on the floor beside an open wooden chest.The old one Karline remembered from her childhood, the one that held her mother’s wedding jewelry, the heirlooms from Nonna.But now, the chest was almost empty.Only a few pieces lay scattered, gold bangles, a thin necklace, a pair of earrings Karline had worn at her wedding.“Mamma?” Karline’s voice cracked as she stepped inside. “What are you doing?”Isabella flinched, then turned around quickly, guilt

KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEW CAFETERIA It was around 1:40 p.m. when I finally found a moment to breathe. I hadn’t eaten properly in two days, but I still forced myself to swallow a few bites of the cold sandwich sitting on my tray in the company cafeteria. The cafeteria buzzed faintly with chatter — laughter from a few tables away, the hum of coffee machines, the dull rhythm of spoons against ceramic cups. But none of it reached me. I was staring blankly at my food when my phone suddenly started ringing. We're only allowed to use our phones at lunch time. The sound made my heart jump. I looked down, Mamma. Something in me froze. Her name on the screen at this hour never meant good news. I answered quickly. “Mamma?” Her voice came out trembling, breaking between words. “Kar...Karline! Come fast… please, come fast..Ethan’s not good!” My heart dropped into my stomach. “What? What happened?! Tell me, what’s wrong?” “He’s..he’s not breathing properly, he’s bur

Third Person POV The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway flickered faintly above Karline’s head. She had been sitting outside the doctor’s office for almost half an hour, her fingers twisting the edge of her shawl, her eyes red and hollow from too many sleepless nights. When the nurse finally called her in, Karline stood slowly, her legs heavy, and stepped inside. Dr. Benetti looked up from the papers on his desk, his face gentle yet grave. “Ms. Russo… please, have a seat.” Her heart began to race. She could read the weight in his tone before he even spoke. “Doctor, please… just tell me he’ll be fine, right?” she asked, her voice trembling as she clutched her purse against her chest. The doctor sighed softly, taking off his glasses and folding them carefully on the table. “Ethan’s condition… it’s delicate,” he began, choosing his words slowly. “The infection has weakened his immunity far more than expected. We’ll need to start advanced treatment as soon as pos

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The soft morning sun hung lazily over the city, spreading a faint golden hue across the glass walls of Carter Enterprises. The sharp click of heels echoed down the polished marble floor as employees rushed to complete their final tasks before the boss’s departure. Reid Carter was standing near the front entrance, buttoning his dark navy blazer with the same effortless confidence he carried into every boardroom. His black car gleamed at the curb, engine already humming, driver waiting. Beside him stood Karline Russo, calm on the outside, chaos within. She was holding a brown folder close to her chest, her lips pressed in a thin line. Her red eyes from sleepless nights were slightly masked with makeup, but the dullness beneath remained visible to anyone observant enough. Reid, as always, noticed, though he never said it aloud. “Do you have the documents for the contract, Ms. Russo?” he asked without looking at her, his tone steady and distant.

REID’S POINT OF VIEWAfter the match, I went back to the villa the company had booked for me, a modern, quiet place not too far from the golf field.The air-conditioning hit my skin the second I walked in, but even that felt heavy after hours under the sun.I stripped off my polo shirt, now drenched in sweat, and changed into a clean one. The fresh fabric against my skin brought a small comfort, but my mind refused to rest.Her face.Her tired, pale face.Karline.The one woman I shouldn’t be thinking about.My wife… no, my ex-wife.I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor for what felt like hours. I couldn’t understand myself, why I had made her my secretary, why I kept her so close yet pushed her so far.Was it revenge?Was I trying to make her feel what I once felt, that same sharp pain she left behind when she walked away?I didn’t know anymore.When I saw her standing there today, the sunlight on her face, her eyes dull like she hadn’t slept in weeks, something inside