บททั้งหมดของ The night that ruined me : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Jane's PovA wave of headache hit me as I tried to remember what happened the previous day. I yawned and stretched my sore body on the bed. The memory of the previous day rushed to my head, and it made me smile brightly.‘Can’t believe that I have finally consummated my marriage after three years' I palmed my face as I thought to myself shyly.The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, and then my phone dinged! I saw a call coming in from my husband. I smiled heartily. “Why is he calling me from the bathroom?” I asked.I heard that sex is one of the things that strengthen relationships. Maybe he can't think less of me to the extent that he is calling me in the bathroom.Should I go and meet him there, or should I pick up this call?'Let me pick up the call; he might need something in the bathroom,' I suggested.“Jane, where have you been since yesterday night? How dare you leave the spot I asked you to stay in, and aren't you supposed to be at home by now?” He snapped angril

I thought I was waking up on my bed, so I decided to roll my body to the other side of the bed. Then I found out I was at the edge of the bed, about to fall; the space was too small.Panic began to rise within me as I struggled to recall how I ended up here.Then, like a flickering light, fragmented memories started to piece together. My husband was in bed with a strange lady.The strange lady under my husband is none other than Elle, the heiress of the Kone family. She is an actress. I have met her countless times in my husband's office during lunchtime.I always thought she visited my husband's secretary. It never occurred to me that she was my husband's mistress.Did they attack me? Why did I end up here?” I asked. There is no one to answer my question.The door swung open. I could not believe what my eyes saw. My husband walked in with his hand around Elle Waste. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want it to fall. Alaric didn't deserve it.I gazed away as I saw them and said, “G

Jane’s POVMy body was racking with extreme nervousness; five bottles of water later and the tightness in my chest had only learned new tricks. I stared at the phone like it had betrayed me personally, every notification a small pinprick. Then my father’s name glared on the screen."You'd better not let me get wherever you are Jane, or else I promise it'll be the last breath you take, you bastard daughter of a whore!" he barked.The message vibrated my bones. I swallowed hard, the words crawling under my skin like cold ants. He always used the same language when he wanted to make me small and quiet. This time he wanted me gone.My fingers hovered over the call button, but I didn't call back. Talking to him would only give him more spoils to gloat with. Instead I thumbed Celine’s number, because crying into a cable felt less ridiculous coming from someone who knew how to make it stop being about me for a minute.“Hello?” Celine answered, loud and bright, like she kept sunrays in her po

Jane’s POVSilence stretched after Allen's words, thick enough to choke on. My mind couldn’t hold all the pieces at once. Betrayal, humiliation, shock; they all crashed over each other like waves fighting for space.I wrapped my arms around myself because it was the only thing keeping me upright.“I just need… a minute,” I whispered.Allen didn’t touch me, didn’t step closer. He only nodded, hands slipping into his pockets like he understood that if he moved too fast, I would break.Celine guided me to one of the couches. I sank into it, feeling the cushions swallow me whole. The room was too clean, too polished, too far away from the chaos inside me.Celine crouched in front of me. “Breathe,” she murmured. “Just breathe, Jane.”My breaths came uneven, like my lungs weren’t sure they wanted to keep doing their job.“He did this to me,” I said, barely hearing my own voice. “The man I married.”“Men like him don’t love, Jane,” Celine replied quietly. “They possess. And when they lose co

Jane’s POV“You do,” he said, and there wasn’t even a hint of doubt in his tone. “You just haven’t seen it yet.”I stared at him, searching for a motive behind the concern. I didn’t trust him—not fully—but he wasn’t acting like a man trying to manipulate me. More like someone already in a fight and dragging me to the safest corner of the ring.I stepped back toward my room. At the doorway, I turned. “If you lie to me, even once, I walk. I don’t care how dangerous it is.”He held my gaze, unwavering. “Then I won’t lie.”I wasn’t sure if that comforted me or scared me more.I crawled back into bed beside Celine’s soft breathing. This time, when I closed my eyes, sleep finally came—but it wasn’t peaceful.Because now there was a new name in the middle of this storm.Marcus.And whoever he was, he had just entered the war too....Sunlight sneaked through the thick curtains, weak and hesitant. My eyes opened reluctantly. Every part of me ached in ways that weren’t just physical. Sleep h