All Chapters of Back In Time, Billionaire's Neglected Wife Wants A Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

____...Ever since coming back to the past - or what she believed was the past - Joanne finally felt relaxed. The reason? Reagan Sebastian Knight had left for work. She was left fumbling when he had voiced his reluctance to go to office, leaving her ‘all alone in this condition’ as he had put it. She choked on the dry toast she was trying to stomach when he brought up his thoughts about applying for paternal leave. Was this man out of his mind? She was absolutely baffled by his need to be a part of this pregnancy. He wanted to be a hands-on father, he had said. Why? What was he thinking? Did a punch in the nose really change a man so much? Or was, as she had inferred, the change in timeline of the pregnancy news and the return of Serena changed something? Or was it, yet again, as she had inferred, that she was in an alternate reality? Joanne hated that she wished it was true. Of course, she was horrified by this man being around her. She had lost herself in the moment and

____...Reagan looked at the time for the nth time as he signed off on one of the budget reports. It was seven in the evening and he hated that he had so much work to do. His intercom beeped to life. He pressed the receive button. “Yes, Alison?”“Mr. Knight, you have a visitor.” “Who?” “Mrs. Knight.” His eyes widened. “Joanne? What is she doing here?” “Oh, no no. Not Ms. Ramsay. Your mother.” He deflated. Of course, Alison had been ordered by him to never refer to Joanne as Mrs. Knight. “She does not deserve the same title as my mother.” He had barked at his meek secretary. “Let her in.” Reagan disconnected the call and leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples, knowing exactly what this visit was about. Pauline must have been running her mouth. The door was pushed open as Alison stepped in to hold it open for the queen of the Knight empire. Reagan rose to his feet, walking over to greet her. “Mom, what brings you here?” Rowena nodded her head at Alison dismissive

____...Joanne knocked at Reagan’s study door. He did not even look up.“Reagan?” She called out to him softly. He still did not respond but it was obvious to her that he had heard her from the way his jaw clenched and unclenched. She let out a breath. “I am going to the ObGyn appointment tomorrow. Will you be coming?” He finally looked up, tension coursing through every nerve fibre immediately. His eyes were cold, his sneer cruel. “Tell me Ramsay, do I look that jobless to you?” His words were sharp, his tone dry. “I just thought-” “You have one job, woman. Bear the heir to the Knight empire. Is that so hard? Do you not have enough people to take care of you? Do I need to employ a nanny for you to hold your hand during your hospital visits? Is it so hard?” Joanne flinched, shaking her head. She had not meant any such thing. It was her first ObGyn visit. Naturally, she was nervous but she had buried any hope of receiving any affection or support from her husband now, especi

____...“What are you talking about?” Serena rubbed Pauline’s arm as she blew her nose, patting at her tears. “Reagan would never say something like that to you, Lynn. You know that. He loves you so much. You both have the kind of relationship that makes other siblings so jealous. You know that. I mean, I am an example. I have always been so jealous because my big brother doesn't even bother to pretend to care about me the way that Reagan does for you.” Pauline shook her head, her shoulders shaking. She was inconsolable as she sobbed into a fresh napkin, sniffling. Serena rolled her eyes, looking discreetly at the time. This had been going on for almost an hour, and she wanted to be anywhere else but here. But she had no choice but to play the concerned friend. Pauline was her return ticket to Reagan, and she could not afford to lose her favor. “You do not understand, Ser. You did not see the way he behaved. It was as if he was brainwashed into being a completely different person

____...“Leanne,” Reagan said out of the blue, tossing in a jumper pack of Reese's into the shopping cart. “Joanne. Leanne. It rhymes. Has a nice ring to it too. Leanne Knight.” Reagan had somehow reached the topic of baby names as they strolled through the grocery store. “Or Teagan.” He said. “If it’s a boy, Ryan. I like Ryan, you know. It’s a mix of Joanne and Reagan. Or Logan. Or Kian. Killian?” Joanne gave him a look. “Please leave my child alone for a few hours.” “Our child,” He liked to remind her at least twice a day. Again, it was a novelty that she hated she enjoyed.“Have you thought of any names yet?” She shrugged. Of course, she had. She was just a month from welcoming her daughter when fate had snatched her from her so cruelly. She had the name, the nursery, the wardrobe, and every small amenity ready. Not in this timeline. But she remembered everything like the back of her hand. She had all the plans ready. She just needed to start implementing it. She knew al