All Chapters of DEAR HUSBAND, I'M DONE: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

DANIELLE'S POVDanielle gripped the leather steering wheel of her car so hard her knuckles turned completely white. Her chest heaved with deep, bitter frustration as she navigated the winding coastal roads away from the private dock.She had been forced to leave the island in an absolute hurry, abandoning her newfound sense of power to make the long, irritating journey back to the city. All of this was happening simply because Adrian was refusing to pick up her calls. A sickening, infuriating feeling had been growing steadily in her stomach that he had actually gone so far as to block her number permanently. That thought alone made her blood boil with pure, unadulterated rage. He was supposed to be at her beck and call. He was supposed to be desperate for her comfort, not shutting her out like she meant nothing to him.When she finally pulled up the long, sweeping driveway of the Hudson mansion, she immediately realized something was terribly, terribly wrong. The massive front oak

ADRIAN'S POVThe harsh, fluorescent lights of the intensive care unit hummed continuously, casting a sickly, sterile glow over the room. I spent the entire night sitting in a rigid, unforgiving plastic chair by Sophie’s bedside, watching the agonizingly steady, slow rise and fall of her chest. My mother was there too, draped over the opposite side of the mattress, her face buried deeply in her hands as if she could shut out the reality of the monitors ticking away.Near dawn, physical exhaustion finally claimed me, dragging my mind down into a dark, suffocating nightmare. In the dream, I was standing on a barren, fog-covered coastline, watching Elena being pulled into a terrible, swirling abyss. She was reaching out for me, screaming my name over the roar of the waves, but my limbs were completely paralyzed. The horror of the dream even seemed to affect the unborn twins, their small shadows fading away into the black water as I screamed out in useless panic. I woke up gasping for

ELENA'S POV Danielle stood in the doorway, looking down with pure, unadulterated scorn. Her cold eyes swept over Elena's tear-stained face, the bloodied hand, and the heavy, swollen belly, lingering with an expression of intense disgust. A suffocating wave of worry crashed over Elena as she watched the other woman's silence. What if Danielle simply walked away? What if she left Jacinta to die in that dark room just to spite her?"Please, Danielle," Elena begged again, her voice cracking as she dragged herself closer to the pristine designer shoes. "Look at her. She won't survive the night without medical attention. Please."Danielle slowly tilted her head, a cruel, calculating smile breaking through her cold expression. She didn't look at Jacinta; she kept her eyes locked on the trembling woman before her. "You want me to save your pathetic little friend? Tell me, Elena, what are you willing to do to make that happen?" Elena knew it was a trap. She knew whatever Danielle was about

ELENA'S POV Elena stood frozen, the cruel words echoing in her ears like a physical blow. Danielle had no intention of keeping her word. The sheer realization that Jacinta might be left to die broke through Elena's fear, and before she could stop herself, she lunged forward. Her fingers wrapped tightly around Danielle’s expensive, fabric sleeve, anchoring the woman in place."You promised," Elena gasped, her voice thick with desperation as she demanded the truth. "You said you would save her if I made that tape. You have to treat her, Danielle. You have to bring a doctor right now."Danielle’s face contorted into an ugly mask of pure rage. She looked down at Elena’s hand on her arm as if a stray animal had touched her. "Get your filthy hands off me," she hissed. Danielle raised her hand high, her fingers curling into a tight fist as she prepared to strike Elena across the face again. "That's enough, Danielle."A cold, commanding voice sliced through the tension, stopping Danielle’

DANIELLE'S POV The crisp stack of hundred-dollar bills sat on the sterile metal tray, glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights of the private hospital room. Danielle smoothed down her hospital gown, watching the chief OB-GYN staring at the money with wide, terrified eyes. The doctor was sweating profusely, his hands trembling so violently he could barely hold his pen as he nervously kept glancing toward the locked door."I... I shouldn't be doing this, Miss Danielle," the doctor stammered, his voice cracking as he wiped his damp forehead with a sleeve. "This could end my entire life and career. Medical fraud of this magnitude is a huge risk. If the administration or the board finds out I forged an emergency admission and a fetal distress report for a patient who isn't even pregnant, I will be stripped of my license. I'll be completely ruined."Before Danielle could snap at his cowardice, a dark figure detached itself from the shadows near the window. Reid stepped forward, his foo