All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

REID'S POINT OF VIEW Soon after some time, I still couldn’t fall asleep. No matter how hard I tried, my mind refused to rest. The room felt too quiet, too heavy, so I got up and stepped out into the corridor. I started walking. No destination, no thought. Just the sound of my footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor. I didn’t know where I was going, maybe just trying to clear my head. That’s when I saw her. Outside, in the sitting area near the big glass windows, Karline was sitting alone. For a moment, my breath stopped. The sun was pouring through the windows, touching her face, and she looked... beautiful. No. Not just beautiful. She looked breathtaking, fragile in a way that made my chest ache. I stood still, watching her quietly. Then I noticed it. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet. She was holding her phone tightly in her hands, staring at the screen, and crying. Not just crying but sobbing softly, her shoulders trembling. Something inside me twisted. I w

REID’S POINT OF VIEW I wanted her to accept me again. But I also wanted her to admit what she did to me. I was ready...ready to forgive, ready to start over, ready to give her another chance. Yet she was colder than stone, like every word I said hit a wall of silence. I walked closer, slowly. The room was quiet except for her faint breathing. I sat on the stool beside her bed and reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. She wasn’t like this before. She used to be warm, gentle… mine. “Reid… I never cheated on you. Ethan’s your child.” Her words echoed in my head, again and again. Was she telling the truth? I saw her with Adrian that night, my own eyes saw it. The camera footage, the way he touched her. I wanted to believe her, but then came that DNA test. She doesn’t know how badly I wanted that boy to be mine. Maybe more than she wanted him to be. When those results came, it broke something inside me. How could I accept it? How could I trust her

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The clock on the side table ticked quietly. It had been almost half an hour since Reid left the room, but Karline’s mind refused to rest. Her body was weak, but her heart was stronger, desperate, anxious and terrified.Ethan.Her little boy’s face flashed in her mind, his pale cheeks, the way his small hands clutched her finger when he was scared. A wave of panic hit her like a punch to the chest. What if he woke up and she wasn’t there? What if his fever got worse? What if he asked for her?“No,” she whispered to herself, throwing the blanket aside. “I can’t stay here. I have to go.”Her legs wobbled as soon as they touched the floor, but she forced herself to stand. Her body felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, her vision slightly spinning, but she didn’t care. She grabbed her handbag and her phone from the side table, pressing her palm against the wall to steady herself as she walked toward the door.When she opened it, the corridor outside was dim a

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The night air hit her face the moment she stepped out of Reid’s farmhouse. It was cold, sharp, almost punishing.Her hands were trembling not just from anger, but from everything that had happened in the last few hours.By the time she reached the hospital, her body felt like it was running on fumes.The moment she pushed open the door of Ethan’s ward, she saw his small figure on the bed, his little hands clutched around his blanket, his eyes half open. The steady beep of the machines echoed in the quiet room.“Mama…” Ethan’s voice was weak, barely above a whisper.Karline’s heart cracked. She rushed to him, kneeling beside the bed, brushing his messy hair gently off his forehead. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I was late.”Ethan blinked up at her, his lips trembling. “Where were you, Mama? I waited… you said you’d come before dark.”Her throat tightened painfully. She forced a smile, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. “

NATALIE’S POINT OF VIEWI was sitting in the living room, swirling the red wine in my glass. The rich, bitter taste burned my throat as I gulped it down, one sip after another, trying to drown the thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.“Can you refill it?” came his voice from across the couch, smooth, teasing, like he owned the place.I froze for a second, the sound of his voice making my blood boil. Then I turned my head slowly and glared at him.Adrian.Of course it had to be him. The one man who always appeared where he wasn’t wanted.But who am I complaining, when am I one who paid him to come here, this karline is really getting out of hand. I shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Do it yourself,” I snapped, taking another long sip from my glass, ignoring the way his smirk deepened.He leaned back on the couch, completely unbothered, the picture of smugness. “You know, Natalie, you should be a little nicer. After all, I’m the only one who actually listens to you complain a