All Chapters of Ex-husband's Fight for Redemption: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Betty’s POVClara’s arm stayed linked with mine as we walked. My father and Eleanor fell into step behind us without speaking. My palm still stung from the slap. My chest felt hollow and burning at the same time. I knew he would blame me. Some part of me expected it. Hearing the words still carved something new and permanent into the place where the baby had been. He had looked at me and seen only the woman who ruined everything, never the woman who had loved the child more than her own pride. Clara did not say a word until we reached the bottom of the courthouse steps. Then she pulled me into a fierce, brief hug. “You did not deserve that,” she said against my hair. “Any of it, okay?” I nodded, because my throat was too tight for words. The autumn wind of Paris moved around us, carrying the distant sound of traffic and the faint scent of rain. For the first time since the miscarriage, the grief in my chest shared space with something harder. Something that felt almost l

Betty’s POV The next day I woke up feeling new, like a born again woman. Not completely healed, there's still the hollow place under my ribs, quiet but present, and I can say something has changed overnight. The heavy questioning that used to greet me every morning (Why couldn’t he love me? What was so wrong with me?) wasn't there. The pain has not disappeared, but it no longer sat on my chest like a second person and right now I could breathe around it. I reached for my phone. The screen lit up with the time: 2:07 p.m. I blinked with surprise. I slept straight through the morning and into the afternoon. For the first time in weeks my body shut down and stayed that way. I sat up slowly, testing the weight of the day, then swung my legs over the side of the bed and got down gently. Oh Betty, you're tired but you can't give up. Seriously I'm mentally tired, I just wanna go on a vacation, forget about everything that has happened, you know I just want peace, that's all. I wa

Jewel’s POV “Do not worry. Jayson will get married to you.” Thalia’s voice came through the phone, the same way it always did anytime she wanted to assure about Jayson being mine. I smiled, curling my legs beneath me on the sofa. “Oh yeah, I agree. Thank you for everything you’ve done, Thalia, I really appreciate it.” “You’re welcome, honey.” She ended the call without another word. I set the phone down and let the satisfaction settle warmly in my chest. Perfect. Thalia should be the one doing the heavy lifting. I want Betty out of his life for good, and it simply had to happen. I never had the intention to push Betty's shoulder that day, that was never the real plan but God's plan will always be God's plan. Ever since we were children Thalia had cherished me, even though my mother was responsible for the death of Jayson’s twin sister when we were still young. At first she did not want me around—the history between our families was too ugly, too stained with blame.

BETTY: My eyes widened in shock when I saw the message. I didn’t even wait. I just grabbed my car keys, my purse, shoved my phone inside and hurried out of my room like someone was chasing me. My heart was already beating fast, the kind of fast that makes your chest feel tight. When I got downstairs, the house looked empty. Everyone was asleep. They wouldn’t even talk if they saw me going out anyway. I stopped for a second and checked what I was wearing. It was just my pyjamas. I shrugged. I didn’t care. I just needed to see him. I walked out to the car park, entered my car, shut the door and drove out of the mansion. The night air was cold but I didn’t feel it. My mind was already racing. My phone started ringing loudly inside my purse. I had to use one hand to hold the steering and the other to dig the phone out. When I saw the number calling, my eyes lit up. I answered it so fast. “Where are you?” I screamed in excitement. I couldn’t even control my voice. “At our normal spot.