All Chapters of Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ZANE'S POV I couldn't stop thinking about Janelle. More specifically, I couldn't stop thinking about the way she had looked at me when she reminded me that our marriage was temporary. I knew it. Of course I knew it. From the beginning, we had both understood exactly what this arrangement was. We had entered into a contract with an expiration date, and neither of us had promised the other a future beyond it. So why had hearing her say it hurt so much? I had spent the entire day trying to convince myself that it shouldn't matter. It was just a reminder of the truth. She was my contract wife. I was her contract husband. Eventually, we would both walk away. That was supposed to be enough. Yet since our argument, I had deliberately avoided being alone with her for too long. I came home later than usual. I left earlier than usual. Whenever I sensed that she wanted to talk, I found an excuse to occupy myself with work. It was pathetic. I knew that. But I didn't want to he

JANELLE'S POV I woke up the next morning with a smile I couldn't seem to get rid of. For the first time since Zane and I had our argument, there was no heaviness sitting in my chest when I opened my eyes. We had talked. He had held me while I cried, listened to everything I had been too afraid to say and, instead of demanding answers from me, had simply promised that we would take things one step at a time. I didn't know what the future held for us. I didn't know what would happen when our contract ended, and I was still terrified of allowing myself to become too attached to him. But at least we weren't hurting each other anymore. That alone made me happy. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he had kissed my forehead before we went to sleep, or the way his arms had remained wrapped around me as though he was afraid that if he let go too soon, I might retreat into my fears again. Zane had a way of making me feel safe without asking me to explain why I needed safety in the f

JANELLE'S POV I had been at the hospital since morning, and somehow, despite everything the doctors had told me, I still felt as though I was waiting for something to go wrong. Dad's surgery had not started yet. The medical team was still preparing him, running additional tests and making sure his body was stable enough for the transplant. Every few hours, another doctor came in with an update, and every time the doors to his room opened, my heart jumped. I tried to work. My laptop was open on the small table beside my chair, and Sterling House documents covered most of the screen. I had a contract review waiting for my approval, two marketing proposals that needed decisions, and several financial reports Eddie had sent over. Normally, I would have gone through everything within minutes. Today, I kept reading the same paragraph over and over without remembering a single word. My eyes kept drifting toward Dad's room. Eventually, I closed the document and leaned back in my chair

JANELLE'S POV By the time Dad's condition stabilized, I finally allowed myself to breathe again. His recovery was progressing well, and although the doctors still wanted him under close observation, the constant fear that had followed me since his surgery was announced was slowly beginning to fade. I still visited him regularly, but I no longer walked into the hospital expecting another terrible phone call. For once, something in my life was going right. And that afternoon, I was sitting in the living room with Zane when the front door suddenly opened. Eddie walked in. He entered like a man who had just survived a natural disaster, carrying a long garment bag over one shoulder and another smaller bag in his hand. His hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt was untucked on one side, and his expression suggested that he had personally fought an entire army to bring whatever was inside those bags to us. I stared at him. Zane slowly lowered his phone. Martha, who had been arra

BRENDA'S POVI had learned something important about Kennedy since our marriage began.He did not need to be forced into a decision.He only needed to believe the decision was his.That was why I had stopped openly telling him that his family was against us. The more I accused his mother and Fiona, the easier it became for them to make me look like the jealous wife trying to isolate him.Instead, I had started asking questions.Small questions.Careful questions that allowed Kennedy to reach the conclusions I wanted.That afternoon, I sat across from him in our living room while he stared at another report from Jones Fashion House.His company was bleeding money, his temper had become unpredictable, and every new problem seemed to make him more desperate.I watched him rub his forehead."You've been paying for a lot of things for your family, haven't you?"He looked up."What do you mean?"I shrugged lightly."Nothing. I was just looking at the expenses you asked your accountant to s