All Chapters of Rejected By My Husband: Cherished By My Three Brothers : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serena's POVThe noise from the reporters didn’t fade even after we left the stage. As we walked down the hall, their words followed us like sharp claws on my skin. It felt like a thousand eyes were watching me every time someone asked a question or the camera flashed. By the time the doors closed behind us, my hands were shaking so badly that Leo had to grab my arm to steady me.The air inside the meeting room was thick. Adrian stood next to the window and stared out at the antsy people outside. Nathan was already on the phone, his voice calm but clipped, speaking to someone from the legal department. Leo still held my arm as if afraid I might vanish again..I sat down in the closest chair, but my heart was still beating fast. "He's not going to stop, right?" I spoke softly.Adrian turned, his expression unreadable but his eyes full of controlled anger. “No. He’s pushing for the second test because he thinks we won't agree to it. He wants to make it look like you’re hiding

Serena's POVThat night, I couldn't fall asleep. The image of the DNA test result stayed awake in my mind. Every creak of the mansion felt louder, heavier. The storm outside was over, but the one inside us was just getting started.By morning, the estate's air was tense and sharp. Nathan was already on the phone when I walked into the dining room, his voice steady but low. “He’s not answering any of my calls. I've traced the last signal to the east end of the city. Yes, send someone there now.”Adrian sat across from him, silent, a coffee cup untouched beside him. Leo was pacing again, and instead of being bright as usual, he looked anxious. When he saw me, he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "What's going on?" I asked in a voice that was just above a whisper.Nathan hung up the phone and looked up. “I received a strange video last night. I think it is a witness who sent the footage—but now he’s gone. I can't reach the number and the video is gone too, but I h

Serena's POVFor hours, the mansion stayed silent. The weight of humiliation hung in the air like fog that refused to lift. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the picture, my eyes filled with tears, frozen on a thousand screens.But what hurt more than the shame was the mockery that followed. Strangers turned my pain into jokes. Reporters called it proof of guilt. And Vanessa… she didn’t even need to say anything. Her silence was louder than any word.By the next morning, the comments had only grown worse. I sat by the window, the light dull and grey, when Adrian walked into my room. His voice was calm but clipped. “I just contacted the PR team, they said we should stay quiet for now. It’ll fade.”I slowly shook my head. "No, it won't. Not this time."He frowned. “Serena—”“I’m sick of hiding,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “Every time I stay silent, she wins. Every lie she spreads turns into truth

Serena's POVThe next morning came quietly, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The letter from Margaret Cross was on my desk, its paper creased from being opened and closed so many times. I’d barely slept, the words kept going through my mind until they didn't make sense.Adrian had warned me not to go. Even though he had already accepted, I don't know the reason for his sudden change of mind. Nathan also told me he will handle it himself. But there was something raw and shaking about the letter that made it too hard to dismiss.Later that afternoon, I found myself in the back seat of a black car, my fingers clenched around the bottom of my coat. Leo had begged to come when he saw me sneaking out, but I refused. This was something I had to handle by myself.“Take me to the garden café at Hillcrest Park,” I told the driver softly.As the car pulled away from the estate, I watched the Valehart gates disappear behind me. The city was long, with a thin line of gold and g

Serena's POVThe mirror in front of me showed a different person.For a long moment, I didn’t move. The woman staring back had the same eyes, the same heart, but everything else about her had changed. The gown Adrian’s designers chose sparkled under the light—silver silk, soft but commanding. My hair used to be pulled back in a quiet way, but now it fell over my shoulders in loose waves. I looked like someone who had survived every fire and still managed to glow.Leo stood by the door, whistling softly. “If Damian sees this, he will probably choke on his drink right now.”I smiled faintly. “You think so?”“Oh, definitely. He’ll regret every cruel word he ever said.”Nathan appeared beside him, adjusting his cufflinks, his expression calm but approving. “Now you look like a Valehart."“And what was that supposed to mean?”I said softly.“It means,” he replied, “that no one can mistake you for anything less.”The grand Valehart Gala was more than an annual event—it was a statemen