All Chapters of The night that ruined me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Allen's POV Next day I didn't know when I slept off with Jane in my arms, all I remembered was the sound of a knock on the door and me shushing the guard to not wake Jane up. "I'm sorry for the interruption Mr Allen, but your grandmother is here, and she's refused to leave," He relayed. "Tell her I'm not at home," "She said she'll wait for you," The guard said again, swallowing hard. "Then find a way to make sure I don't meet her outside—" "No, that's not polite, that's rude and very bad, you cannot just chase your grandmother away," Jane spoke, sitting up. "No, Jane, you don't know her as I—" "If this whole thing about being your wife is valid,let her in," She said, standing this time around. "Jane, I'll handle—" “Handle it by asking your guards to throw her out like some debtor?” she questioned, rolling her eyes. “That is not what I said,” I replied, already regretting waking up. She crossed her arms, fully awake now, hair a mess, eyes sharp like she’d bee

Jane’s POV“I’ll take my leave now, but you should know this,” Allen’s grandmother said, her voice calm but sharp in that dangerous way. “On no account will I allow any man to abuse my daughter-in-law the way that man just did.”She ran her hand gently over my hair, her touch warm, grounding.“It must have been very hard for you,” she added softly, then pulled me into a hug before I could even react.“I’ll be back, alright?” she said when she pulled away. “And trust me, the next time you see those men, they’ll be crawling on their knees, begging you to spare them.”She placed my hand in Allen’s.“Grandmother, there’s no need—” Allen started.“No. Let me handle it,” she cut in. “He disrespected you as a woman, as my grandson’s wife, and I won’t tolerate that. I’d be damned if I don’t protect the only woman my grandson has brought home in years.”She pressed a kiss to my cheek, then turned and walked away like she hadn’t just promised war.I stood there for a second, stunned, before fin

Jane’s POV “W-what? When? How?” I stuttered as he grabbed the car keys. “I don’t know, they didn’t tell me that much,” he added. “Go to sleep Jane, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” “No, Allen, I'm coming with you,” “Jane—” “I said I’m coming.” I was already grabbing my jacket off the couch. “Give me the keys, you’re not driving like this.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” I held my hand out. “Keys.” He looked at me for a second then dropped them in my palm. The drive to the hospital was quiet. Not the comfortable kind. The kind where someone is holding themselves very still because if they move something might crack. The hospital lobby was bright in that harsh way hospitals always were and the familiar smell of antiseptics hot my nose. A nurse was already waiting near the entrance, like someone had called ahead. “Mr Allen.” She stepped forward. “He’s in surgery. Please follow me.” She led us down a corridor and around a corner into a waiting area. A woman sat alone in the middle

Jane’s POVI was already in bed when I heard the front door open.Allen’s footsteps came down the corridor, paused outside the bedroom door for a second, then continued past.I stared at the ceiling and said nothing.Sleep didn’t come for a long time.Morning came loud. Celine was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs, talking to herself the way she always did when she was cooking, a running commentary on everything she was doing like she had an audience.“The eggs are not cooperating this morning, I’m telling you,” she announced without turning around. “Jane, come and see, these eggs have a personal problem with me.”I laughed despite myself. “Move, let me do it.”“No no no, I started this, I’ll finish it.” She waved the spatula at me. “Sit down and look pretty, you’re pregnant.”“Being pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t scramble eggs Celine.”“Sit. Down.”I sat down.Allen came in a few minutes later, jacket already on, looking like a man who hadn’t slept more than two hours and

Jane’s POVAllen was already on his feet moving toward the door before Celine and I could even process what had happened.“Stay here,” he said, voice dropping to something low and controlled that made the hairs on my arms stand up.“Allen—”“Jane. Stay here.”He was gone before I could argue.Celine’s grip on my arm tightened. We sat completely still on the couch, the television still playing like nothing had happened, some late night presenter laughing about something that felt very far away right now.“What was that?” Celine whispered.“I don’t know.”“Should we call someone?” I muttered, grabbing my phone.“Allen has people in the house,” I whispered back. “Just wait.”We waited. Three minutes. Four. Five.Then voices in the corridor. Low. Allen’s and at least two others. The sound of something being moved.Then Allen appeared in the doorway.His face was closed. Completely. The kind of closed that meant something had happened and he had already decided how much of it we were going