All Chapters of Rejected by my Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Reid looked at her sharply.“Yes,” he said. “Exactly."She held his gaze, unflinching.“So,” Karline said slowly, “you’ll sell her a dream.”Reid nodded.“And bait her greed,” she added.“Yes. and…now I’ll say that if those tests turn out to be fake,” Reid continued, his voice steady but low, “or if somehow I can get access to the old DNA reports again, because I don’t have them now, it would make everything easier.”“And then?” Karline asked.Reid looked at her. Really looked at her, as if weighing every word before letting it out.“Then Natalie will either confess,” he said, “or she’ll do exactly what she did years ago.”“Tamper with it?” Karline asked flatly.Reid nodded. “Yes.”There was no triumph in his face. Only grim certainty.“But this time,” he added, “we’ll know. Because we have Adrian. He’ll keep us informed. Every move.”Karline let out a quiet, humorless laugh. It cut sharper than any insult.“And by what chance,” she said slowly, “do you thi

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW “Kar… Karline, I know what I did was terrible,” Reid said, his voice rough, stripped of the authority he wore everywhere else. “I..I left you to raise our child alone. I refused to accept him as mine. I_” She looked straight at him then. Really looked. Not as the woman who once loved him, not as the wife he abandoned, but as someone finally seeing the full damage. “That’s it?” Karline asked quietly. “That’s all you think you did?” Reid faltered. She shook her head slowly, disbelief mixing with something far more dangerous, truth. “You still don’t get it.” “It wasn’t a mistake,” Reid whispered, his voice breaking. “It was a sin.” Her lips twitched, not in amusement, but in pain. “Really, Reid?” He stepped closer, desperation written all over his face. “Karline, I..please. If you give me a second chance, I swear I’ll never repeat it. I’ll love you like you’re my whole world. I promise.” He reached out, clasping her hand between both of his, hol

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The silence after her words was louder than any scream. “You keep throwing sorry around,” Karline said, her voice shaking so badly it barely held together, “like it’s some magic word that’s going to undo everything.” Her laugh came out broken, almost hysterical. “Like it’s going to make the years disappear.” She pressed a hand against her chest, fingers curling into the fabric of her blouse. “Like it’s going to erase the pain I lived with every single day.” Her eyes lifted to him, red, wet, furious. “I… I hate you so much, Reid. I hate you so much!!” The words sliced straight through him. “Karline, I won’t_” he started, stepping forward instinctively. “You won’t what?” she screamed, cutting him off so sharply that he froze mid-step. “Finish your sentence. I want to hear it.” She wiped her tears angrily, but they kept coming. “What’s going to change?” she demanded. “Tell me. Say it out loud.” Her voice rose with every word. “You’re

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Reid’s voice dropped even further, rough and stripped bare, like every word was scraping him from the inside. “Because I was angry at myself,” he said quietly. “Angry that even after believing my own wife had cheated on me, I still couldn’t move on.” He laughed under his breath, bitter and hollow. “I hated myself for it,” he admitted. “For wanting you back when every part of my pride told me I shouldn’t.” Karline didn’t react. Her face remained unreadable, but her fingers clenched slowly at her sides. “I wanted you,” Reid continued, his voice tightening. “And you were denying it. You were walking away. You were choosing yourself.” He shook his head, eyes dark with old confusion. “Everything inside my head started colliding. Love, rage, humiliation, obsession, it all mixed together until I couldn’t tell which feeling was real anymore.” He looked at her then, almost pleading. “But don’t say I never cared about you, Karline,” he said, his vo

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW As soon as Karline truly registered what she had been doing, where she had been standing, whose arms she had been clutched in, the fragile bubble shattered violently. Reality slammed back into her. She was in Reid Carter’s arms. Open. Exposed. Weak. The realization hit her like ice water. Before her mind could catch up, instinct took over. She shoved him. Hard. “Kar.” Reid barely had time to react. The force sent him stumbling backward. His leg struck the chair behind him, throwing his balance completely off. He fell awkwardly, first into the chair, then down onto the floor with a dull, painful thud. A sharp hiss escaped him as his palm scraped against the edge of the table on the way down. Blood bloomed instantly. A deep, jagged cut split across his hand, crimson pooling and dripping onto the polished floor. The room went silent. James froze at the doorway, watching the scene unfold in stunned disbelief. His jaw clenched as guilt washed over