All Chapters of Rejected : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ariane’s POV Since I moved into my new apartment I asked the receptionist not to tell anyone about my presence in the apartment or not. I felt that later Leon or my mother might look for me in the apartment. So I chose to keep quiet. I had stocked up on food in my apartment so I could cook my favorites, or if I was too lazy to cook, I would just order food at the apartment. Several times I knew if Leon came to my apartment. I only knew from the screen on the front door of my apartment. Indeed, this apartment is quite sophisticated in facilities so I can know who knows me without having to open the door or peek through the small gap in the door that is usually in a hotel. I can also know without them knowing I am watching anyone. I let Leon wait in front of my apartment door and I also will not make a door for him. I feel like I don’t need to talk to him anymore and I also won’t regret deciding to divorce him. I don’t mind if my children later don’t have a father figure even though

Ariane’s POV "Sorry, I can't. Go now." I felt disgusted having to be held by Leon even though he argued that he wanted to touch my stomach. I saw Leon leaving me and then invited my lawyer to sit down together. "How is it, sir?""Well, everything has been approved in the trial earlier. Mr. Leon has also signed everything and he just agreed."I looked at the files shown by my lawyer. All my demands were approved without any resistance from Leon. I will receive money from him every first of the month."Good. I agree with you. I think you have worked hard for me. I pay you a fair fee."I immediately transferred some money to my lawyer. "I have transferred it. Thank you for your help. If one day I have a problem, I will contact you.""You're welcome, ma'am. I also thank you and I don't mind helping you again." He then left me and I ordered avocado juice. At least I could breathe fresh air because I hadn't left the apartment for a long time.Maybe I will shop for kitchen necessities so

Leon’s POVI saw a photo of me and Ariane when we got married. I don’t think I should throw it away. I will keep it well as a souvenir.A beautiful portrait of our wedding day, neatly stored in an album of happy smiles, white dresses, roses, dusk light, nostalgic impressions, and oil paintings. An unforgettable wedding photo, Ariane and I standing at the altar, hands holding each other tightly, a stretch of flower garden, dusk sunlight, twinkling light, warm images.A portrait of Ariane and me’s romance is clearly displayed in an old gold-framed mirror, red roses, sincere smiles, unique perspectives, and realistic paintings. An eternal marriage in a picture, the two of us dancing under the blue sky, shady trees, sparkling wedding dresses, immeasurable happiness, details that are so alive. A photo of memories together during a sacred ceremony, the sun setting on the western horizon, the silhouette of the two of you in happiness, the golden colors, the

Ariane’s POV I nodded slowly, feeling a little warmth in my heart. Amidst the silence and emptiness I faced, this simple offer felt like a ray of light that could dispel the dark clouds. Though my heart was still filled with longing for Ariane, Regina’s presence and invitation provided an opportunity to connect and share a moment, if only for a moment. “Thank you, Regina. That sounds very nice,” I replied, trying to put a smile on my face despite the emotion that enveloped my feelings. “I really appreciate it.”Regina seemed pleased to hear my answer. “I’ve prepared some of your favorite dishes. Let’s enjoy some time together at the dining table, it can also be a good way to refresh your mind.”This conversation made me feel more remembered and accepted. Even though there were many things I had to face, this moment with my friends at Black Moon Pack could give me new strength.“Okay, I’ll get ready,” I replied, starting to feel a little lig

Ariane’s POV Finally, some of the tense faces began to soften, and the tension between them seemed to ease a little. A dialogue could emerge between them rather than further fighting. I knew this was an important first step, and every move toward peace was a step toward protection—for everyone, but especially for my children’s future. “Let’s talk,” I said, like a bridge between two separate worlds. “We want to find a solution together, for everyone here.” I hoped these words would be a starting point to defuse a potentially dangerous situation. “I-isn’t that…?” Regina’s voice drifted softly beside me, but I couldn’t answer. My eyes focused on a figure in the crowd. At first glance, the face seemed familiar. Tears suddenly fell uncontrollably. Reality seemed to flood back into my mind, though the memories felt vague and fragmented. But how could I forget the face that had given me love and security in my childhood—my father? Was he still alive? And