Ex-husband's Fight for Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Jayson: When I finally arrived at the hospital, I stepped out of the car and walked inside. The moment I reached Betty's floor, I saw Marcus and Eleanor sitting outside her room. My mother and her husband are there too, it's well. Both of them looked drained. Marcus stood immediately when he saw me. “What are you doing here?” “The doctor called me.” Eleanor looked at me but said nothing. “She asked for me,” I added. Marcus's expression hardened. “She asked for her husband.” I nodded. “I want to see her.” He stepped in front of the door. “You've done enough.” “Marcus.” “You heard me.” I clenched my jaw. “She asked for me so I'm going inside to see her.” “You think because she's awake everything is suddenly fine?” “No.” “Then don't walk in there expecting her to forgive you.” “I didn't say I expected that.” Marcus stared at me for several seconds before finally stepping aside. “Five minutes.” I opened the door. The room was quiet. Betty was awake. Her eyes were o

Betty’s POVJayson has always been the kind of man who acted as though nothing in the world could ever truly bother him. He moved through life with a quiet, almost indifferent confidence that used to frustrate me more than I ever admitted out loud. He could walk past me in the hallway of our Paris mansion without a single word, spend entire evenings buried in work documents or long conference calls, and give me that same cool, unreadable look whenever I tried to catch his attention. That was the version of him I had grown used to—the distant husband, the man who fulfilled his marital duties with careful politeness but never with warmth.That was the man I married under a contract neither of us had chosen freely.I don't know what exactly made me love him even despite this cold nonchalant attitude of his, like my heart still chose him.He always gives me the I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU attitude.But ever since I returned from the hospital, his nonchalantness has changed.He was still Ja

(Betty’s POV)I stared at the name. For several seconds I could not believe what I was seeing. Jewel, Jayson’s first love. The woman he has just admitted he still loved only minutes ago. The woman whose name had haunted the beginning of my marriage. She sent me a friend request.A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across my lips even as my stomach twisted. I stared at her profile picture—elegant, polished, the same woman I had seen in the old photographs Jayson used to keep. My thumb hovered over the screen. I did not know why she had sent it. I did not know what she wanted. But one thing was certain: Jewel Smith has walked into my life and this time, she has come looking for me.I stared at the friend request for several more seconds, a strange mixture of curiosity and apprehension settling heavily in my chest. Even seeing her name there felt surreal. For months she existed in my marriage as a ghost I could never escape—a woman I never properly met but somehow knew f

(Betty’s POV) The footage was clear enough that there was no mistaking either of them. For a moment everything around me became strangely quiet. I stared at the screen, and did not know where they were going. I did not know why they were there. I did not know what had happened before the video was recorded. But none of that mattered to Thalia. She wanted me to be hurt, it's obvious she wanted me to see it. I slowly lifted my gaze. “Is that all?” She looked surprised. “What?” I handed the phone back. “Is that all you wanted to show me?” Her expression hardened. “You aren’t even going to cry?” “No.” I forced a smile. “Why would I cry in front of you?” She stared at me for a moment before saying, “Because you’re pathetic enough to keep hoping he will eventually love you.” The words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. But I refused to give her the satisfaction. I turned around. “I have nothing else to say to you.” I walked out of the kitchen. My hands were

Betty’s POVI opened my eyes slowly, feeling hurt not physically, but the kind of pain that just ache.The ceiling above me was familiar in a way that made my heart ache before my mind fully caught up. Soft cream paint. The same crack near the corner that has always looked like a thin river. The faint scent of lavender from the sachets my stepmother kept in the drawers. Memories arrived in jagged pieces. Asking Jayson for a divorce after discovering he celebrated his birthday with Jewel Smith—his first love, the woman whose name lived in the spaces between us since the day I signed the contract. The way his face had lit up with relief when I said I was leaving. The drive away from his mansion in the rain. The sudden screech of tyres. The hospital. Waking up to the quiet miracle of a positive pregnancy test and the strange, careful way Jayson had begun to treat me afterward. The roses. The apology that had almost felt real. The argument at the resort. Jewel’s hands shoving my s