All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Coby’s POVShe sat at the edge of the table, smoothing Jackson’s messy hair with tender, rhythmic strokes. Her touch was so soft, so unguarded, it felt like catching a glimpse of something fragile—a rare treasure she kept hidden from me. She didn’t look my way, but I could feel it: the invisible wall between us.It was my wall. My doing. Every lie, every moment I’d turned away instead of toward her, had laid another brick. Now, it towered between us, solid and unyielding.If I could take it all back—every selfish choice—I would. But regrets don’t rewrite the past. They only carve heavier lines into the present. And so, I sat there, a silent guest in her world, trying not to shatter the thin peace she’d allowed me.I wanted to say something, anything. But words felt like stones, clumsy and heavy, with no good place to land. Instead, I stayed quiet, watching as the morning played out around me.Breakfast ended in a soft chaos—sticky plates smeared with syrup, Jackson’s half-eaten pancak

XAVIER'S POVIn the center of all the joy—all the comfort I’d imagined in my head during those long days away—stood Coby. He was holding Jackson, my son.My heart skipped a beat as I watched them together. Coby had Jackson clutched to his chest, the little boy’s arms wrapped around him as he giggled, his face alight with happiness.I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My eyes locked onto the scene, unable to move, unable to process anything else. Jackson—my son—was laughing, clinging to Coby, the man who had torn everything away from Hannah.I had come home for this?The shock of the sight hit me like a physical blow. I wanted to rush forward, scoop Jackson into my arms, to feel him hold onto me the way he was holding onto Coby, but my feet wouldn’t move. The scene in front of me felt surreal, like a dream I hadn’t been prepared for.Coby was here. He wasn’t just here; he was in my home, standing in my place. He was the one making Jackson laugh, the one wrapped up

HANNAH’S POVI stepped back, taking his hand as he guided me to the couch. The living room felt quieter now—emptier without Jackson’s laughter or the uncomfortable presence of Coby.I sank into the cushions, my hands twisting together in my lap, while Xavier sat across from me. His posture was rigid, but his eyes were soft.“Talk to me,” he said. There wasn’t any anger in his voice, no accusation, but the weight of his words left no room for me to avoid the truth. “Help me understand what’s going on.”I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. My heart felt like it was splintering into a thousand pieces.“Xavier, I… I didn’t know you’d be back today. You didn’t call, or—”“That’s not what I’m asking,” he interrupted gently. “I’m asking about Coby. Why was he here? Why was he playing with our son?”My chest tightened, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s not what it looked like,” I said, my voice trembling.I took a deep breath, my hands twisting nervously in my

COBY’S POVI walked down the driveway as quickly as I could, my head down, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t dare look back at the house.What was the point? Xavier was home now, and I was nothing more than an unwelcome ghost lingering in his space. The cold air stung my face, but it couldn’t chase away the heat of embarrassment burning under my skin.When I reached my car, parked just outside the gate, I leaned against it, letting out a long, shaky breath. My hands fumbled for the keys in my pocket, trembling slightly.“What the hell were you thinking, Coby?” I muttered to myself, slamming the car door shut once I climbed inside.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the road ahead but not really seeing it. I wasn’t mad at Xavier. Or at Hannah. If anything, I was furious with myself.Showing up at their house was never supposed to go that far. Last night, when I parked outside their gate, I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to feel like I wasn’t completely alone.Han

ANDREW’S POVThe day began with a weight on my chest that I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t stop thinking about Coby and Vivian. It wasn’t like them to go silent like this. I hadn’t heard a word from either of them, and the longer the silence stretched, the more my worry grew.I kept imagining the worst. What if Coby had done something reckless? He had a tendency to let his emotions get the better of him, especially when things got heated.I sighed and stared down at the coffee cup in my hand. It was empty, but I couldn’t even remember finishing it. “This can’t go on,” I muttered to myself.Shoving my chair back, I stood, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. I had already tried checking on him yesterday, but this time felt different.I needed answers, even if it meant knocking on his door until my knuckles bled.Just as I reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and there he was.“Coby?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, surprise mixed with relief. But as I took a goo