All Chapters of Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Brenda's POV Kennedy stared at his mother for several seconds, his expression hardening as the tension in the living room grew heavier. “Then who am I supposed to choose, Mom?” he finally asked, his voice low but firm. “If my wife and my unborn child are standing in front of me, who exactly do you expect me to choose?” His mother's lips parted, but no answer came immediately. Kennedy shook his head. “You keep telling me that I've changed, but you don't seem to understand that I'm married now. Brenda is my wife, and she's carrying my child. Protecting them isn't something I should have to apologize for.” His mother scoffed. “You've barely been married to her, yet you've already forgotten everything this family has done for you.” I lowered my head, pretending to wipe away my tears while listening carefully. His mother suddenly stepped toward me. “You've bewitched my son.” My eyes widened. “What?” “You heard me.” Her voice dripped with contempt as she pointed accusingly at m

Janelle's POV My fingers trembled as I stared at the envelope. My mother's handwriting. After all these years, I was holding something she had deliberately left for me. I swallowed hard before carefully breaking the seal. The paper inside was slightly yellowed with age, I unfolded it with trembling hands. My precious Janelle, The first line alone nearly broke me. I pressed my lips together and continued reading. If you're reading this letter, then it means I'm no longer here. I don't know how old you'll be when you finally find this, but I pray with everything in me that you have grown into the woman you always dreamed of becoming. I pray you've chased your dreams, that you've found happiness and that you never allowed anyone to convince you that you weren't enough. My vision blurred. I wiped my eyes and continued. I still remember the days you would sit beside me while I sketched. You were always fascinated by the way a blank sheet of paper could become something beautifu

Brenda's POV I was stretched comfortably across the sofa, one leg tucked beneath me while I scrolled through TikTok and ate spoonfuls of chilled yogurt directly from the container. After the morning I had endured, I deserved a little peace, and I wasn't about to allow anyone ruin my mood. I had barely watched two videos when a furious voice exploded from upstairs. “How dare that useless woman! I've had enough of this house! What exactly is her problem? How dare she ask my own brother to wash her underwear?” I rolled my eyes. Of course, Fiona. I continued scrolling, pretending not to hear her approaching footsteps. A few seconds later, she stormed into the living room, her face twisted with anger. She didn't even bother greeting me. She marched straight toward me and snatched the phone from my hand. “What are you doing?” Before I could react, she threw it onto the floor. The expensive device hit the marble with a sickening crack. I stared at it. For several seconds, I c

Brenda's POV Seeing Kennedy standing in front of me with his face twisted in anger filled me with a satisfaction I had to fight to hide. I had barely opened my mouth to explain what happened before his temper had already started rising, and the more he looked at the bruises covering my arms, the more furious he became. Of course, the bruises were fake. I had not left the Jones residence with a single mark on my body, but I had made sure the FX makeup artist understood exactly what I needed. The bruises looked swollen and painful, with enough discoloration to make even the most suspicious person believe I had been attacked. Kennedy didn't know that. As far as he was concerned, his pregnant wife had just walked into his office looking like she had survived a beating. “Brenda, who did this to you?” he demanded, his voice already shaking with anger. “Tell me what happened.” I stared at him for several seconds before my lips began trembling. “I don't even know why I married you

Janelle's POV The moment Zane and I stepped into our bedroom and the door closed behind us, I finally felt like I had the privacy I needed to breathe.The entire day had been overwhelming. Between the plans for Sterling House, my mother’s letter, the questions surrounding her death and everything I had been trying to keep together, my mind had barely given me a moment of peace.Zane walked toward the dresser and began removing his watch, completely unaware of the storm still going on inside my head.I watched him for a moment before deciding that I couldn't keep everything to myself.“Zane, there’s something I need to tell you about what happened today.”He turned toward me, and I immediately started speaking before I could lose my courage.“A lot happened while you were at work, and I found something that I think you need to know about, especially because…”He walked closer.I stopped when he gently placed his index finger against my lips.“Shush.”I blinked at him in surprise.His