Bye, My Ex-husband

Chapter 8: The Baby Is Two Months

Old She gazed up at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Her face was blank, but her heart ached inside.

After a few moments, Janessa slowly came to her senses.

She raised her arm and wiped away her tears, but the pain in her heart couldn't be wiped away and silenced as easily.

When her mother was still alive, she had this special way of making her feel at ease no matter what happened.

She was comforted by the thought that whatever life threw her way, there was someone who supported her unconditionally.

However, in the blink of an eye, her mother was gone.

She suddenly realized that she would have nothing to do with others for the rest of her life for the one loved her most had gone.

It didn’t matter whether she ended up living better or worse because no one would care anymore.

I She took a shaky breath to calm herself and closed her eyes.

The vague sound of her bedroom door opening alerted her.

She assumed that it was Rayan who came in, so she pretended to be asleep.

"How is she?"

Rayan’s low voice filled the room.

It seemed like he was speaking to someone else.

Janessa’'s lip curled, but she didn't say a word.

"Her condition is stable.

She might have been overly stimulated, which led to the bleeding.

The baby is only two months old.

This is a critical time in her pregnancy, so we should continue to monitor the baby's condition."

Was he speaking to Gracie? Why was she here? There was a sharp pain in her chest at the sound of her voice.

The irony of the situation didn't escape her.

She had no intentions of having a baby, and she certainly had no plans to give birth to Rayan’s child.

He was a horrible man! He even had the nerve to get his mistress to treat her! Gracie was also the one who had the honor of announcing the news of her pregnancy to the world.

She wasn't sure if Rayan was doing this to spite her, or to humiliate her in front of Gracie.

However, Gracie’s professional tone made it seem like she was merely examining another patient.

As she assessed Janessa, her face was neutral, and never betrayed what she was thinking for one second.

The sound of high heels clicking against the floor grew louder until it stopped in front of her bed.

Janessa clenched her jaw and tightly clutched the sheets around her as she attempted to get a hold of her temper.

you into marrying her, and

on fulfilling

voice was weary, and she sounded as if she bore all the grievances she

words sounded harsh to

promise to you? When the baby is born, everything

was uncharacteristically gentle despite

controlled her urge to sneer

he think her only purpose was to give him a baby? Did he think of her like garbage? Something he could throw away when it stopped being useful?

broke out and misted her

against the pain and tried not to make a

the searing pain, her body unconsciously coiled up and she frowned

to see Rayan and Gracie’s bodies

these two lovers infuriated

teeth and raised her arm to grab the vase from behind and

glowered at Rayan and said,

you so

with hatred and

calm look on her face, Gracie glanced at Rayan,

the bedside as if nothing had happened and

through a

any good to be

mindful of

on Janessa’s face as

corners of her mouth, like a quiet

Janessa scoffed at her.

speaking to my

dare you

"You should leave first."

wrist and pulled

did Janessa

flitted from Rayan

out of the

teasing her lips, she said, "It seems

Mo love each other

name and make your

Rayan’s face darkened.

down and stared

of warmth or

you asking for a divorce? What a naive woman you

only then will you be in the position to make demands and negotiate

lesser family has no right to

he spoke, a taunting smile ghosted

in his eyes gave her no opportunity to

him

lips curved upward, and her eyes traveled all over his face, from his eyes to his

eyes shot back to

have no right to negotiate with you, then I'll have to get

affection for

thought of giving birth to your

live

"How dare you!"

Rayan’s face

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