Alle Kapitel von Bound By His Child : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Jane’s POVI was so furious, I could feel my body steaming.That was the only thing that mattered to him—His child. Not me, never me.Every reason he ever found to hurt me, every cruel word, every cold look, it always came back to the same excuse—His child. As if I was nothing more than a vessel carrying something precious, while I myself was disposable.I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to breathe. The only reason I was agreeing to go with him today was because of his mother. She had been nothing but kind to me from the very first day I stepped into this family. She's been warm, gentle, attentive in ways Adrian had never bothered to be. She was the closest thing I had ever known to a real mother. Mine had given her life for me. I never even got to meet her.That thought softened the sharpness in my chest just a little.Standing before the mirror, I studied my reflection, my anger slowly dissolving into something quieter, sadder.I was… beautiful. I knew that much. Not i

Jane’s POV.The first thing I noticed was the ache in my head. The second was the silence.I opened my eyes slowly, my lashes fluttering as the room came into focus, and my breath hitched.It was the same room, Adrian’s childhood bedroom. The place where we had confronted each other earlier, where his threats still echoed in my ears.I pushed myself upright in a panic, and froze.Adrian was lying beside me on the bed.“What...what are you doing here?” I blurted out, my voice sharp with fear. “Why am I here too?”I knew he could hear me. Adrian had always been a light sleeper, he could wake at the faintest sound.My hands flew to my clothes, they were loosened.My eyes widened in terror. He was my husband… but not anymore.“What did you do to me?” I demanded, my voice trembling with both fear and anger. “How dare you take advantage of me?”That did it.He sat up abruptly and turned to face me, his eyes dark and annoyed. “Seems like you have a real talent for being a pain in the ass.”“

Jane’s POV.The drive back from Adrian’s parents’ house felt longer than usual.Adrian had gone straight to the company, leaving me with John and the heavy silence and pain that followed after every encounter with him. I leaned my head against the window, watching the city blur past, my thoughts louder than the engine.John suddenly turned into a different route, and apologized for it. “I’m really sorry, ma’am,” he said quickly. “Traffic is building ahead. I’ll take this road instead.”“It’s fine,” I replied absently.Truthfully, I didn’t care where we were going. My mind was elsewhere...lost. It was somewhere between the truth I wasn’t allowed to speak and the life I wasn’t allowed to live.Then I saw it just up ahead— the courthouse.“Pull over,” I said suddenly.John blinked at me through the rearview mirror but obeyed. “Here, ma’am?”“Yes,” I answered with urgency.The car stopped, and I stepped out before I could change my mind. The moment my feet touched the ground, something i

Jane's POV.I opened my eyes and it was the same familiar space—the hospital...again. At least this time I wasn't alone with Adrian. A doctor and a nurse were here too, examining the IV fluid connected to my wrist. Noticing I was awake, the nurse informed the doctor. "She's awake, sir." The doctor looked at me, her smile radiant. "How are you feeling now, Mrs Blackwood?" She asked. "I feel..." I looked at Adrian, and pain cut through my heart. "... tired," I finished off. I was really tired...tired of everything. The doctor smiled, "it's normal for you to feel tired. You'll get better, " she assured me, and I wanted so hard to have faith in her assurance. She turned to Adrian. "Mr Blackwood, please, come with me to my office." "No," I negated immediately, not because I was insecure, but because I needed awareness. "If it's about me, please, say it here." I said.After a short moment if hesitation, she nodded, "okay." "Mr. Blackwood," she began, directing the talk at Adrian. "W

Jane's POV.For the first time, I see helplessness in his eyes. I had never experienced this side of Adrian before that if felt so much like I was dreaming. He looked at me, but not with anger, he looked at me with regret of something I wasn't sure of. I looked at the mess I had made on him, thanks to pregnancy hormones. Irritation caused by his own vomit. He jerked again, and I knew better than to jump off his arms, and he ran to the bathroom. I heard him puke hard that I got worried. Was he alright? I walked to the bathroom, and what I saw wasn't the untouchable and almighty Adrian Blackwood. What I saw was a vulnerable man desperately fighting for his well-being. My hand moved before I could stop it, and it landed on his back, patting him softly. He paused after some seconds and turned to look at me. He looked at me like I had just rewritten the rules between us."Are you alright?" I asked. "Yes," he answered, splashing some water on his face. "Except for the fact that I h