All Chapters of Rejected : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ariane’s POVDays passed, and my headaches did not get better, but became more unbearable. Every second felt like the roar of waves crashing against a cliff, demanding attention and pain that never subsided. I knew something was wrong. However, I tried not to burden Mark, my husband, with my worries. He was already busy enough with his work, and I did not want to add to his burden. One day, while Mark was at work, I decided to go to the hospital myself. With steady steps even though my heart was shaking, I drove to the nearest hospital. After registering, I explained to the doctor about the complaints I was feeling. In a calm tone, the doctor asked me to undergo a series of examinations. After waiting for several hours, the results of the examination came out. How shocked I was when the doctor said that I had stage one brain cancer. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, the world seemed to stop spinning. All the hopes and dreams that I had built w

Ariane’s POVI nod, remembering the beautiful moments when they were babies. "Yes, and now they can run and play by themselves. It feels like time has flown by so quickly," I reply, trying to hold back the tears that are starting to pool in my eyes. Mark takes my hand, giving me the support I always need. "We will get through this together. I know it's hard, but you are not alone. We have Zara and Zoya, and they need you." Mark's words always strengthened me. Even though I felt tired and depressed by this disease, seeing my daughters' smiles gave me the spirit to keep fighting. We arrived at the park, and Zara and Zoya immediately ran to the swings. They laughed happily, and I couldn't help but smile at their happiness."Let's play together!" Zoya shouted, inviting us to join. Mark and I looked at each other, then we followed them. We played on the swings, ran around, and even played hide-and-seek. It was as if all the burdens on my shoulders disapp

Ariane's POVAs I gazed at the starry night sky, I felt grateful. I was thankful for every moment, every laugh, and every hug. I was grateful for the love surrounding me and for the hope that always resided in my heart. And even though this journey was still long, I knew I would continue to fight because I had strong reasons to do so.That day, the atmosphere in my home felt warm and cheerful. My father and my stepmother, Luna Maria, came to visit to see their twin granddaughters, Zara and Zoya. Both were cheerful children, with smiles that could warm the heart of anyone who saw them. However, behind their laughter and games, there was something weighing on my heart.When they arrived, Zara and Zoya immediately ran to their grandfather, hugging him affectionately. My father, who always appeared strong and steadfast, looked happy to see his granddaughters. But when he looked at me, there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. For some time now, I had not bee

Ariane’s POVAs the night grew late, I tucked them into bed. Before they fell asleep, they asked for a story. I sat on the edge of their bed, reading tales of adventure filled with courage and friendship. With every word, I hoped they could feel the same spirit—the spirit to face the world with their heads held high.When they finally drifted off to sleep, I gazed at their little faces with gratitude. They were the stars in my night sky, and I promised to always protect them from the darkness. In my heart, I knew that this journey was just beginning. Together with Mark and our two daughters, we would face whatever came our way, with love and courage as our guides.Eventually, we parted ways and went to our rooms. I reflected on how fortunate I was to have them. I hoped this happiness would continue to carry us forward in every step ahead. I was grateful for all that I had, especially the love and joy they brought into my life. I wished for us to remain together

Ariane’s POV After the wedding ceremony, I spotted a shabby, thin woman standing a bit away from the crowd. Wasn't that my mother? What happened to her? I wanted to approach her, but there was a sense of doubt and pain. She had betrayed my father when I was young. She nearly abandoned me and all the mistreatment I endured from the woman I called mother.Mark held my hand tightly. "I know this is hard for you. But maybe it's time to give your mother a chance to mend your relationship. Who knows, maybe she's changed and wants to apologize."I looked at Mark with mixed feelings. I wanted to believe that my mother could change, but what if she was just there to ask for money or take advantage of the situation?After thinking for a moment, I finally felt that I should give my mother a chance. I walked slowly towards the woman, my heart racing."Mom?" I called out hesitantly.The woman turned to me, her eyes weary and filled with regret. "