All Chapters of Bound By His Child : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jane's POV.The door opened and I opened my eyes. For a brief second, I didn’t know where I was. The room felt unfamiliar, my body heavy, my neck stiff from sleeping at the wrong angle. Then reality settled in slowly, like dust after a fall. I had fallen asleep on the couch again.I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the familiar wave of disappointment. I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep here again, even after promising myself again that I wouldn’t wait up for him anymore. That I would go to bed like a normal wife and stop clinging to hope that never showed up. But hope had always been my weakness.He walked in without hesitation, without pause, his presence commanding the space without acknowledging it. His footsteps were measured, confident, like a man who knew exactly where he was going and had no reason to look around. No reason to look at me.“Welcome,” I greeted softly, my voice rough from sleep.He didn’t respond, not even a nod, nor even a glance.He walked past me like I

Jane's POV.I didn’t scream, neither did I cry. I just stood there, frozen in the doorway, my fingers numb around the handle, my breath lodged somewhere in my chest like it had forgotten how to move.His hands were on her, not hovering, not pulling away. He was holding her firmly, intentionally, with a sense of familiarity.The world tilted, but I stayed upright, because if I moved even an inch, I was afraid I would shatter completely.Lydia.I recognized her instantly, not from photographs or introductions or polite society dinners. I recognized her from the way she fit against him, like she belonged there. Like she had been there before. Her body was pressed to his. His mouth was still so close to hers that the intimacy hadn’t even begun to fade. The air between them felt charged, alive with something I had spent three years begging for and never received.For a moment, no one spoke. Lydia’s face drained of color first, her confidence that she wears so effortlessly cracked just slig

Jane's POV.I opened my eyes slowly then shut them again immediately. The light was too bright, too sharp, slicing through my skull like punishment. I lay still, breathing carefully, allowing the pounding in my head to settle before I tried again. When I finally lifted my eyelids, the world came into focus in fragments—white walls, the steady beep of a monitor, the faint scent of antiseptic. It was... a hospital ward? My heart lurched. I tried to sit up, but a dull ache spread through my body, heavy and disorienting. Panic crept in as I scanned the room. A thin curtain, a metal stand with an IV drip, the unfamiliar stiffness of the bed beneath me.What happened?Memories rushed back all at once, cruel and vivid: Adrian’s office, his hands on her, the courthouse, the pen in my hand, the way he signed the divorce papers without hesitation, the way he didn’t stop me, didn’t fight, didn’t even pretend, the way my heart finally gave up. And then...darkness.The sound of a door opening pu

Jane’s POVI didn’t wait for John to open the door for me. The moment the car came to a stop, I pushed it open myself and stepped out, my heels hitting the driveway with sharp finality. John looked startled, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something, maybe Are you okay? or Should I help you?, but one look at my face must have told him better. He simply shut the door behind me and stayed where he was.I stormed into the house, the familiar marble floors cold beneath my feet, anger coursing through my veins like poison. My chest burned with it. How dare he pull something like that? How dare he corner me in public, steal my voice, rewrite the narrative with a single calculated kiss?Now, to the rest of the world, I was living some picture-perfect married life. Headlines would spin it as reconciliation. Strangers would sigh over us like we were some tragic love story fighting against the odds.If only they knew.If only they knew that behind closed doors, my life was nothing but a

Jane's POV.So I'm not invincible to Adrian. He even called me. In our three years of marriage, Adrian has never been the first to give me a call. Even when he saw my missed calls and messages, he never called or texted back.I placed my hand on my stomach out of habit, and a smile curled up my lips. Finally, there's a life growing inside me. “But baby you came at the wrong time,” I whispered. “I'm gonna leave your father. He's always hurt me, and I can't take it anymore so...” my eyes were turning wet. “...so I'll be leaving in a few months, after you're born.”“But don't worry, mommy won't be leaving you alone with him, okay?” I continued. “Mommy will fight for your custody and take you with her.”Another smile graced my lips as I caressed my stomach. I looked at the flowers, the way they danced in the breeze, and the fragrance they released was a stark contrast to the emotions tumbling inside me.“Madam?” Someone called and I turned. It was one of the workers in the house. “You hav