All Chapters of Ex Husband Watch Out, I'll Ruin You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The doctor’s voice still echoed in my head.“Miss Jenny Williams, congratulations. You are two weeks pregnant.”“ I'm sure doctor Williams will be so happy” The doctor had said, as he was talking about my husband,James Williams.Those words had replayed in my mind over and over again since morning. I could still see the gentle smile on the doctor’s face, still feel the warmth in my chest when I heard the news. I had not been feeling well earlier today, so I decided to go to the hospital, thinking it was just stress or exhaustion. I never imagined I would walk out with the happiest news of my life.I was pregnant.I could not wait to get home. I wanted to see James’ face when I told him. I imagined his surprise, his smile, the way he would pull me into his arms. For three years, I had been his wife. This baby felt like a blessing, like something that would finally make us complete.As my car drove into the driveway, my happiness faltered slightly. There was another car parked there.I

That morning, I woke up slowly, my head aching, my chest tight. I did not even remember how I fell asleep. All I remembered was crying until my body gave up. Crying until my eyes burned and my heart felt numb.I turned to the side of the bed out of habit.Cold.The space beside me was untouched.James did not come back last night.My throat tightened as my eyes fell on the pregnancy test paper lying quietly on the bed. It was still there, right where I had left it. That meant he never came in. If he had, he would have seen it. Maybe everything would have changed if he had seen it. Or maybe I was just fooling myself again.I slowly sat up and walked to the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked unfamiliar. Dark circles framed my eyes. My face was pale. My eyes were swollen and dull. I looked exhausted, broken, and far older than I actually was.I was so tired.My phone suddenly made a soft ping sound. I reached for it weakly and checked the notification. It was from our college gr

( THREE MONTHS LATER) It felt as though heaven itself had smiled at me. I was barely three months pregnant, yet my body felt heavy, fragile—like I was already close to delivery. Walking even a few steps left me breathless. James’s mother had been taking such good care of me, watching over me as though I were made of glass. But one thing kept disturbing my heart. James had brought Vanessa to live with us. Even though I wasn’t staying at the mansion anymore but at the Williams family estate, the thought still gnawed at me. I didn’t want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere or hurt my mother-in-law, so I decided to return briefly to the mansion to pick up a few of my belongings. Miss Kathleen refused at first. “You’re not strong enough,” she insisted. “I’ll be back in no time,” I said gently, trying to sound lighthearted. She laughed at my reassurance and finally agreed, reminding me to return quickly. I took a taxi. I couldn’t drive anymore, and I disliked the Williams family drive

JAMES POV (7:00 PM)I sat in my office, staring blankly at the pile of documents scattered before me. My hands hovered over them, almost as if they were tangible evidence of some control I no longer had over my own life. The office felt unusually quiet too quiet but it wasn’t the quiet of peace. It was the quiet of guilt. A guilt I had been avoiding for far too long.I hadn’t visited Jenny for two days. Two entire days, and I hadn’t once thought about what she must have been feeling what she had endured while I was busy taking care of Vanessa. I couldn’t even remember the last time I saw her in pain. My own selfishness had blinded me, and for the first time, I felt like a fool. A complete fool.I slammed my hands onto the desk, scattering the carefully arranged documents into chaos. Paper flew everywhere. My heart was racing, my chest tight. What had gotten into me that day? How could I have been so reckless, so thoughtless? My mind raced, remembering the chaos, the confusion, the c

James’s POVEvening 6:00pmThat evening, Vanessa and I drove back to the hospital together.She insisted on preparing homemade meals for my mother and for Jenny. She said hospital food lacked nutrition and warmth, and that both of them needed something cooked with care. I thought it was incredibly kind of her. Vanessa had always been like that. Gentle, calm, considerate. And yet, sometimes she could be fiery, bold, unapologetic. That contrast was what drew me to her in the first place. That was what I loved about her.She sat beside me in the car, the faint scent of spices still clinging to her clothes. I glanced at her briefly and smiled to myself. Not many women would go through the trouble she had gone through today. She had cut vegetables with a wounded hand, refusing to stop even when the knife nicked her skin. She said it was nothing. That she had endured worse. I remembered how she had laughed it off, wrapping her finger quickly before continuing.We arrived at the hospital and