All Chapters of The night that ruined me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Jane’s POVThe One Condition"I'll give you some space to think about it, press that button on the table when you're done, I'll be back immediately," He said and turned to leave.The door shut behind Allen, and the silence he left behind was unreal. My heart was still doing gymnastics, and Celine wasn’t helping. The moment he stepped out, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the guest room like I was a toddler about to run into traffic.“Sit,” she said.I sat. Mostly because my legs felt like noodles.Celine paced across the room twice, muttering to herself before she finally stopped in front of me. “Jane, listen to me. Really listen.”“I’m listening,” I whispered.“No. You’re reacting. There’s a difference.” She kneeled down so she was eye level with me, hands resting on my knees like she was trying to anchor me in place. “This isn’t just about you anymore.”“I know,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing even to me.“You’re carrying a baby, his baby,” she said softly.

Allen's POV 9:00 a.m., and I was already regretting every life choice that led me to standing under bright studio lights, pretending this wasn’t the fakest wedding shoot since reality TV was invented. Jane’s hand was in mine, hot and clammy like she’d just fought a dragon or run from debt collectors. “You know I might need to find a bucket with the way your palm is sweaty,” I muttered, pulling out my napkin to wipe our hands before they fused together from humidity alone. “You can say that because you’re the man here,” she snapped, not even looking at me. Her eyes were glued to the camera like she was about to be judged by a panel of gods. Her irritation curled around the air between us. Honest, sharp, nothing sugar-coated. Weirdly grounding. Behind us, Celine exhaled dramatically. “No one’s going to believe you two are married with those faces.” She shook her head, smiling like she was watching her two kids fight over the last cookie. Jane shot her a glare. “It’s not ex

Allen’s POVWilliam’s message blinked across my screen, dragging me straight out of admiring the ridiculous, involuntary blush on Jane’s face.Mr Allen.There’s a commotion in the company. One of the shareholders is making claims, says he needs to see you in person.Fantastic. Corporate tantrums before noon. My favorite.I rubbed my jaw once, exhaling sharply, then typed fast, asking "How important that was."Three dots blinked and his reply played across my screen."It's very dangerous sir, enough to get the board riled up and they're waiting," he replied.Of course they were. Nothing motivated rich old men like the scent of panic.I forced my annoyance down and turned away from Jane for a second. “Send the photos to me,” I told the photographer. “Edited and unedited. And the video. Especially the kiss. Send them directly to my phone.”He nodded, already pulling out cables like I held a gun to his neck.I crossed the room to Jane.She looked up at me, brows drawn tight, like she’d fe

Allen’s POV“Sir!” William’s voice followed me down the hallway, as I walked into my office.I dropped my tablet on my desk. “What now?”“The shipments are coming in tonight,” he said, slightly breathless. “You need to be there to oversee it.”My brows lifted. “And what time is it right now?”He swallowed. “Uh… four p.m.”I stared at him long enough for him to shift back a step. “I’m not going to kill you, William. Relax. I’m annoyed, not homicidal. You could have told me days ago.”“I-I tried,” he stuttered, clutching his tablet like a shield. “But with everything going on with you and Miss Jane—”“Mrs Allen,” I corrected automatically. “She’s my wife now.”He froze for half a second, a smug little smile threatening to slip onto his face before he forced it back down and continued. “Right. Your wife, sir. I couldn’t get your attention during the preparations.”I exhaled, dragging a hand over my jaw. “Has this shipment news reached anyone else?”“No, sir,” he said quickly. “Informati