Jane Eyre Chapter 17 Summary Novels & Stories

her papa' continued as he let go of Jane's embrace and looked at her with eyes of concern but more clarity about his daughter's mood Jane looked at him nervously, then avoided his gaze, and looked at her papa’ again as he held her shoulder "I'm— I’m pregnant papa

"Would you like to have some coffee? I've prepared some snacks as well. Jane, could you please make coffee for us?" her mother interjected, attempting to change the subject. Jane nodded silently, accepting the mom's order. After almost two more hours she found her way back upstairs. Returning to her seat near the desk, Jane found it difficult to regain her earlier focus. The aunt's parting words lingered in her mind, intertwining with her own insecurities, a relentless loop of self-doubt and bitter past playing on repeat. " Why don't you marry her off to a religious young man?"

How could she do this? I was so angry that I didn't want to look at her or pay attention to her at all, but then I suddenly heard a sound from behind me, like something falling on the ground. By the time I turned my head I found Jane had fainted on the floor. What's going on? Why did she suddenly faint? I walked over and picked her up. This was the first time I had been so close to this cowardly and impotent woman. My arms were soft to the touch, and I could vaguely smell the charming scent of her body.

I could hear my name being chanted by the crowd as I turned to see the women shaking their breasts in my direction. “They love you,” she said as she started to walk into a carriage that was open for her. “I’ll see you at the palace,” I said as she nodded, shutting the door. The carriage slowly rode home as I decided to go to the women. *** Jane’s POV The journey back home was boring. The driver was taking his sweet time to greet the pack members while riding slowly to avoid hitting anyone. Gail sat before me while knitting a sweater. I watched her closely as she expertly pulled the wool over and around her fingers.

I said rolling my eyes. She got up from the bed and walked over to me. She hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear. “You know what you have to do, Jane,” she said softly. “Tonight is the night when everything will change. Tonight is the night when you will start your revenge on him properly.” I smiled wickedly and hugged her back. She was right. I walked out of the room, ready to face him again. He was waiting for me in the living room. He smiled when he saw me and stood up. “There you are, my beautiful wife,” he said looking at me with admiration in his eyes.

However, was she really going to get that chance? Could she really explain herself? Also… would anyone really believe her? The rain grew heavier, without stopping for even a second. … The night passed. Jane remained kneeling outside Stewart Manor amidst the torrential rain. The rain drenched her dress. She had been kneeling outside for the entire night. Dawn had finally broken, and the manor finally came back to life after a night of silence. The old silver-haired butler walked out of the yard, holding an antique umbrella.

JANE's POV I woke up with a terrible headache. I was on the floor, and I struggled to remember why I was lying under my mirror stand. I tried to stand up but my head was banging and my eyes were spinning. I fell down twice when I tried to stand up so I decided to stay still for a while before I attempted to get up again. I got up without falling down this time. My hand was on my head, and it was aching badly. I took out my phone to check the time, but I couldn't see clearly because my eyes were half closed. I checked the time and saw that it was already 10 a.m. I jumped and tossed my phone on my bed. I looked at the door, wondering why my kids or Esther didn't knock on it. Then I realized th

Her voice faltered as her thoughts tangled. With worry in her eyes, Lucy urged her, "Calm down, Jane. Tell me, what did you see?" In a shaky whisper, Jane replied, "I saw Daniel with another woman." She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "I couldn’t see her face clearly—she had her back turned. But I saw them together, and it wasn’t just a casual meeting. They were close, full of passion, desire… even obsession." The words left her feeling both exposed and ashamed, especially after the divorce papers she had found earlier.

But even as they crossed the threshold into the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something unseen had followed them. The library became their rallying point, its familiar scent of old books and wood polish grounding them after the chaos. Callan moved to the window, their glowing eyes scanning the horizon. Vivienne sat by the fireplace, idly cleaning her dagger. Jamie dropped into a chair with a groan, his skateboard resting against the table, while Crane busied himself organizing the journals they had brought back. “Another fracture sealed,” Emma said, breaking the silence. “But it doesn’t feel like we’ve made much progress.”

I caught a glimpse of horror in Ruth's eyes, but she quickly concealed it. I had longed for the electric power that could vanquish Ruth, yet it struck Jane instead, leaving her utterly unrecognizable, reduced to a state resembling minced meat. Following the devastating blow to Jane, Ruth lost control and declared her intent to return. What my family overlooked was that Jane's demise had rendered Ruth weak, leading to her sudden disappearance.