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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Back In Time, Billionaire's Neglected Wife Wants A Divorce: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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1. A Death Sentence

Trigger warning: violence against pregnant woman____...“So, Reagan Knight, what will it be? Are you going to fold and give us what we have demanded, or should we send you your pregnant wife’s dead body to your house?” A hoarse, deep, and throaty voice spoke next to her. He was right next to her, like a dark, evil, looming threat that she could not see or escape from. Tears trickled down Joanne’s cheeks. She didn’t know where she was. She couldn’t see anything through the dusty black bag thrown over her head. She was gagged and bound, the overused ropes digging into her swollen belly. She did not know who these people were. She just knew that their enmity was with Reagan, her ruthless billionaire husband, who had ill-wishers probably in every single street. She did not care about those things right now.She just wanted out. Joanne did not want Reagan to fall into danger because of her. No matter how he treated her, her wretched heart still loved him, cared for him. But to

2. Back To Her Senses

____...“NOO!” Joanne startled awake, shoving the strong hands off her frail shoulders as she tried to get as far away from the monster, only to topple off the chair. “OWW!” She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the dining room of the penthouse she shared with Reagan after their marriage.He used to live in the Knight mansion but moved here a week before the wedding. He probably believed that she was not good enough to be the lady of the Knight household.She didn’t mind. After all, anything was better than living under the same roof as Rowena Knight. She hated Joanne with the kind of passion enough to set her on fire. She looked down at her belly in fear. Flat. It was flat. Her baby was gone.“What?” She pulled up her shirt and looked for wounds, scars, anything. “Hey, what's wrong?”The voice that was so familiar to her. The voice that caused such an adverse reaction in her soul. She looked up, her eyes filled with so much hatred that Reagan took a step back. “Ar

3. Some Possible Butterfly Effect

____...Joanne jolted awake, looking around. She was in her bedroom. She looked down at her belly. No visible bump yet. She picked up her phone and checked the date. November fourteenth. The day after Reagan’s birthday. “This is actually happening.” She breathed out, looking at her reflection in her vanity mirror. She gulped, “I am alive. And I am in the past, and my baby is alive in my belly.” She shuddered as she breathed out. She had to make sure. If she was actually back in time, then it was only obvious that she was two months pregnant. But since logic had nothing to do with what was going on here, it was only right if she confirmed if her kiddo was inside her. Joanne turned on her heels to get ready for the day. She moved too fast and her world spun, whatever little food she had in her stomach coming right back up. She rushed to the en suite, falling over the toilet seat and unloading the gross contents of her stomach into the bowl. She slumped to the floor with no

4. A Different Man

____...“This is ridiculous!” And bad! So fucking bad!Joanne shook her head, swatting the cup away. “I am not peeing in front of you.” “Why not?” Reagan was out of it. He had the stupid bandage removed so now he stood there in front of her with his stupid Rudolf nose and demanded that he watch her take a piss.“Coz it’s gross?” “I think we are way past that.” “I think not.” Joanne was horrified. She did not remember any such incident in the past. Did her post time-travel hysteria make him doubtful? “I will close my eyes. And ears.” He tried to bargain. “And step out of the bathroom.”“No.” He rejected her idea outright. “Then I am not testing.” She resolved.“Why is it so hard for you to do it in front of me?” “What do you think I am going to do if you step out? Replace my pee with mouthwash?” Joanne glared at him, even though she really wished she could do that. “I will pee in the cup and give it to you. You can do the test yourself. How about that? And while you wait ou

5. Pancakes VS Waffles

____ . . . Joanne bit into her nails as she thought of all the possible reasons for Reagan’s sudden metamorphosis. The top two reasons she could find were: brain injury and deception. The latter was more likely. She had locked herself up in her room, after resolving just this morning that she was not going to hide away. But in her defense, Reagan was being really scary right now. She never thought she would say this, but she preferred the emotionally volatile short-tempered cruel guy over… whatever he was trying to be. Her stomach rumbled. She had just checked the security app. The guy was still lurking in the kitchen. Joanne whined. She was the pregnant one. She was the one in dire need of nutrition. “Joanne?” She jumped at his voice from the other side of the door as he knocked. “Can I come in?” “You can try.” She muttered as she got off the bed and walked towards the exit, unlocking the door. The aroma of freshly made pancakes and ginger tea re

6. Marking Territories

____ . . . “You had to see the blood. So much blood. I will send you all the juicy pics as soon as it is made legal to release.” Reagan stared at Sergeant Elliot Grady. He was a homicide detective. He had no problem talking gore. What stunned him was how interested Joanne was in the stories. He looked at the time. The motherfucker had overstayed and it was seven in the evening now. “I don't think she should see all these things now.” He finally opened his mouth after being royally ignored for half a day. The Billionaire CEO was not used to being royally ignored for so long. Joanne looked at him, offended. “Because I am a girl?” She did not say it but she really did feel extremely uncomfortable, listening to Elliot talk about blood and murder. She realized that she was so out of touch with the plight of the victims and used to treat these crimes as entertainment. Until one happened to her. She remembered the pain, the helplessness and hopelessness, the desperation to

7. Alternate Universe

____ . . . Joanne had not gained a single pound. In fact, she was suspecting weight loss. But all her dresses felt uncomfortable. She had not felt this way back in the past. She guessed maybe it was because she was so used to maternity wear that wearing a fitted dress was making her both uncomfortable as well as insecure. She looked at the baby pink dress and the floral yellow dress with beige flowers. “I should just go with what I wore back then.” She said, “I mean, I am making it harder than it needs to be.” She tossed the floral dress onto her bed and hung the pink dress next to her vanity mirror, scouring through her vast collection of footwear and accessories. She had no recollection of what she had worn in the past. The difference? Last time, being all alone at home, she had picked out everything the night before. But yesterday, she was so mad at the horrible man living across the hall that she had gone straight to bed. She couldn't even blame the pregnancy

8. Second Chance At Love

____...“So she knows it's a boy?” Reagan asked as he sipped on the over-sweetened mojito that went straight to his brain. He winced as he placed the blue food-dyed drink down. Joanne nodded, though all she really wanted was to overturn the mojito on his head. She did not like him here. She did not like that he was sitting, absolutely relaxed, on the lawn chair with his arm draped lazily over her chair while all she wanted to do was eat her nails while she wondered whether the doctors had missed out on some major brain bleed when Reagan got his nose broken. “Yes, yes, the gender reveal was three months ago, Mr. Knight!”Joanne rolled her eyes. It did not help that one of Talia's friends thought the sun shone out of Reagan's ass and tried to start conversations with him. For Christ's sake, he was not a celebrity. He was just a less-than-human piece of crap! Reagan gave her a polite nod but did not entertain further interaction. He turned back to his wife. “So why a separate bab

9. In A Chokehold

____ . . . “Are you for real?” Joanne looked up from her book at Reagan’s agitated voice as he stormed into the living room. She raised a brow, nonchalant. “What are you talking about?” “You just left!” He growled out. “So?” “SO? I was there for you and you just left without me.” He was calming down, and it was obvious that he was putting a lot of effort into making it happen. “I was there as your plus one and you just ditched me there. Does that make any sense to you because it sure as hell does not to me.” “I did not ask you to come.” Joanne picked up the bowl of almonds from the coffee table and popped one into her mouth. “You decided you wanted to attend. Don’t blame this on me.” Reagan stared at her for a long moment before letting out an exasperated exhale. “I am not blaming you. I am just saying that if we went together, we should stay together and we should leave together. It is just proper etiquette.” Joanne choked on her almond, grabbing her throat as she

10. Differential Treatment

____...“What the hell?” Pauline screeched. Joanne and Reagan snapped out of their stupor, Reagan pulling Joanne's shorts back up before fixing his own clothes as he quickly got off of her and she struggled to get to her feet. “That's what I should be saying, Lynn. What the hell? Stop showing up unannounced.” Reagan was absolutely flustered, and Joanne even more so - she didn't know whether to thank Pauline for halting a disaster or hate her for how mannerless she was.All the ladies’ heads whipped to his face as if he had gone crazy. “What did you just say?” Pauline had tears in her eyes, but her baby brother ignored her in favour of her hated sister-in-law. “You okay?” Joanne blinked. Was she okay? She did not think so. She was confused as to whether she should choose the alternate reality theory or he needs a brain check theory. “You can't talk to your sister like that.” Was what she ended up blurting out. Which had the two ladies whipping their heads in her direction

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