All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW It was the third day.The final day.And Karline felt as if her soul had been scraped raw.The second night had been no different than the first, dark room, lights off, her body stiff beneath him, her mind somewhere else entirely. She had endured it, just as she promised, and Reid had kept his part: he didn’t push, didn’t speak, didn’t touch her afterward except to pull the blanket over her shoulder when she fell asleep without realizing.Morning came again like a punishment.She barely touched her breakfast, just a few sips of tea, a bite or two of bread she forced down. Reid noticed, but he said nothing; his jaw simply tightened the same way it had every morning she ate nothing.And now… now it was the afternoon.Karline sat on the sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, her hair falling around her tired face. Her expression was still, drained, but her eyes had a faint glow, the first spark of something alive in days.Because she was listening to Ethan.Her l

THRID PERSON POINT OF VIEW Karline woke slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion rather than pain. The third night… hadn’t happened. Because Reid stopped it. Because she couldn’t. Because she winced before he even touched her properly. And yet… he gave her the money.She sat up carefully. Reid wasn’t beside her anymore, only the faint imprint of where he had slept.She dressed herself all again. A soft knock came at her door. “Karline?” Reid’s voice was low. Careful. “Can I… come in?” She didn’t answer. But she didn’t say no either. The door opened slowly.Reid stepped inside holding an envelope. And inside it, the cheque. Her payment. He didn’t hand it to her immediately. He stood there, staring at the floor for a second, as if gathering the strength to speak. “This is the remaining amount,” he said quietly. “The rest of what I promised you.” Karline looked at it without reaching for it. “You didn’t… complete last night,” she said bluntly. “I want to,” Reid c

THRID PERSON POINT OF VIEW Reid had visited three orphanages, two government schools, a halfway home, and one pediatric center already. Photos. Smiling. Handshakes. Forced warmth. Public relations. By the time the car finally pulled into the last hospital, the sky was turning a soft orange, evening settling quietly over the city. Reid stepped out, shoulders stiff, head heavy. He felt wrung out. The hospital director escorted him through the wards, showing him the playroom renovation his company funded, the equipment his foundation donated, the children they had supported. Reid nodded, answered politely, even crouched down to talk to a few kids. His legs finally felt weak, and when the tour ended, he stepped outside toward the hospital’s small playground, the kind made for the admitted children to get fresh air. It was empty at this hour. Quiet. A cold breeze drifted across the empty swings, making the chains gently clink. Reid walked to the seating area, a long wooden

THRID PERSON POINT OF VIEW Reid had been staring at the same line in the document for five full minutes, but nothing registered.His mind kept circling back to the little boy from the hospital.The way the kid had smiled.The identical dark eyes.The similar sharp features.The cola lollipop.It had unsettled him more than he cared to admit.He ran a hand through his hair, exhaled slowly, and forced himself to focus on his work.Just then, a knock broke through his thoughts.James stepped inside. “Sir… Ms. Russo is here to see you.”Reid’s fingers froze mid-turn of a paper.His throat tightened.“Send her in,” he said quietly.James nodded and left.A few seconds later, the door opened again.Karline walked in.Not timid.Not fragile.Not broken.Cold.Straight-backed.Eyes tired but sharp, mouth set in a line of pure steel.She closed the door behind her and walked directly to his desk.“Why,” she asked flatly, “did you decline my resignation letter?”Reid leaned back in his chair,

Bella blinked.“You… came to see him?”Reid nodded.Her eyes flicked to the bag of chocolates James was holding.Her jaw dropped.“Oh dear Lord,” she whispered under her breath.Before she could spiral into another apology, Reid crouched again and opened the bag.He pulled out two big, sealed boxes of premium chocolates.Ethan’s eyes sparkled like diamonds.“For you,” Reid said, handing him one box first.Ethan grabbed it with both hands, barely managing to hold its weight.“For me??”“Yes,” Reid said. “Because we made a deal. And because you gave me cola.”Ethan squealed.Then Reid handed him the second box.And the kid almost toppled backward from how heavy both were.Bella gasped.“Oh..Mr. Carter, these are expensive...he can’t take so much..”“It’s fine,” Reid said simply. “Let him enjoy it.”Ethan didn’t care about the cost.He was too busy hugging both boxes like cuddly toys.“Uncle, this is the best day ever!” he said in a tiny, excited voice.Reid felt something melt inside hi