All Chapters of Ex Husband Watch Out, I'll Ruin You : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TWO WEEKS LATERIt was two weeks after I came back from the hospital.Two weeks since the smell of antiseptic stopped clinging to my skin. Two weeks since the machines stopped beeping beside my bed. Two weeks since the nurses stopped calling me “strong” in that careful voice people use when they are afraid you might break if they speak too loudly.Two weeks since my child died.Two weeks since everything changed, yet somehow remained exactly the same.The house still looked like a house. The walls still stood. The furniture remained in the same places. James still went to work every morning and came back every night smelling like ambition, exhaustion, and lately, another woman.But I was not the same.Something inside me had gone quiet. Not peaceful. Just empty. Like a room after everything valuable has been taken out.That evening, I decided to cook.The thought came to me suddenly, without e

Jenny PovEvery night, I stood on the balcony.It became a ritual.Sleep no longer came easily.The moment I closed my eyes, my childhood returned.The darkness of it.The shouting.The voices calling my name in that cold, sharp tone that always made my stomach twist. I would hear crying. Sometimes I could not tell whether it was my younger self or my baby.The baby’s cry was the worst.Soft at first. Then louder. Then fading.I would wake up with my chest tight and my fingers digging into the sheets.Tonight was no different.The night sky stretched endlessly above me, dark and empty. No stars. Just blackness. The kind that makes you feel very small.I checked my phone.10:00 p.m.As if summoned by my thoughts, it rang.I picked it up immediately.“Jen,” Sandra’s voice came through. Calm, steady. “I took some pictures as you instructed. He’s indeed there. I followed him there. He’s not at the hospital.”“I know,” I replied quietly, still staring at the sky.Sandra had followed him th

The rain began as a whisper.Soft at first. A light tapping against the pavement. Then heavier. Louder. Relentless.Within minutes, it poured.The kind of rain that soaked through fabric in seconds. The kind that made the world blur into streaks of gray and silver.I knew I should find shelter.If I kept walking like this, I would catch a cold. My shoes were already filling with water. My hair clung to my face and neck. My blouse stuck to my skin uncomfortably.But I did not stop.There were no taxis in sight. Not a single one. The street that had been lively just an hour ago now felt deserted. People had rushed inside buildings to avoid the downpour. Cars passed quickly, splashing water near the sidewalk, but none slowed.I could call James.The thought came uninvited.He would come. Of course he would. He would act concerned. He would scold me lightly for not carrying an umbrella. He would hold my arm and guide me into the car like a devoted husband.And later, he would still go to

(10:00 PM)After I was dropped directly at my house, the driver waved me off, and I entered. The gate clicked shut behind me, and the sound felt louder than usual, like it was sealing me inside something I did not understand yet. My clothes were still damp from the rain earlier, and my hair clung to the sides of my face. I did not even bother turning on the main lights. I walked straight into the living room and sank into the couch, my body heavy, my mind restless.Now I was sitting down in the living room with my laptop, trying to search about this stranger. I knew nothing about him, but he knew almost everything about me and Williams. That was what unsettled me the most. It was not just that he was mysterious. It was that he was informed. Too informed.I typed random combinations into the search bar. “Man in white trench coat purple eyes.” Ridiculous. Nothing useful came up. I tried something else. “Businessman with celebrities no face photos.” That was when I started seeing them. P

Jenny’s POVI stayed in his office longer than I should have.He had told me to sit, and I did. After that, he simply returned to whatever he had been doing before I arrived. Files were open on his tablet. A few printed documents lay neatly stacked to his right. His phone buzzed once. He ignored it.And me.I cleared my throat.Once.Twice.By the fifth time, it was no longer subtle. By the tenth, it was intentional.He did not look up.The only sound in the room was the faint scratch of his pen and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. I shifted in my seat, crossed and uncrossed my legs, checked the time on my phone, then locked it again.Was this another power move?To make me wait?To make me feel small?I leaned forward slightly. “Are you going to keep pretending I’m not here?”No response.I inhaled slowly through my nose. Fine. If this was a test of patience, I could pass it.Ten more minutes went by before he finally placed his pen down. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and t