All Chapters of COMEBACK OF THE REJECTED WIFE. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ANNIKA~I stood in the hallway of the hospital, my heart filled with joy as I clutched the pregnancy test results in my trembling hands, a surge of excitement and anticipation ran through my veins.With newfound purpose I walked briskly towards the exit, each step filled with renewed energy and hope, a radiant smile gracing my lips, growing wider as each moment passed.As I carry this precious secret as though I am floating with the joy In my heart propelling me forward. Today marked a special milestone in our 4 year anniversary. I couldn't wait to see the look on Angelo's face when I shared the exciting news.I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed his number, barely containing my enthusiasm. Every ring felt like an eternity. When the call went unanswered, I felt a fleeting moment of disappointment.However, my joy was soon restored as I remembered Angelo mentioning he'd be coming home early from work today. This news only added to my anticipation.I longed for the m

~ANNIKA~ Last night, I waited anxiously for Angelo's return, but he never showed up. As the hours ticked by, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.However, I woke up feeling refreshed and determined, with a clear plan of action. I was resolute in confronting Angelo about his sudden decision to end our marriage.The thought of divorce was unbearable, and I demanded answers. Why had he made this drastic choice without any warning signs or hints?I also grappled with the dilemma of whether to reveal my pregnancy, wondering if it might change his mind and save our relationship.With newfound determination and self-respect, I prepared myself for the challenge ahead. I chose a long black gown with a bold slit at the back, paired with the red heels my father gifted me on my 26th birthday.I felt empowered, confident, and ready to face whatever lay ahead. With my head held high, I left for Angelo's office, determined to fight for our marriage.As I walked past Angelo's rec

~ANNIKA~My mind was racing with questions and worries. Why did Angelo suddenly want a DNA test? I felt anxious, wondering why he didn't reach out to me directly instead of through his lover.I didn't want to go at first, but I was desperate to convince Angelo that I was carrying his child. Maybe, just maybe, I could win him back.I got dressed in a simple outfit and prepared to leave. It was just past 4, and I was feeling tense. I left my dad resting in his room, not wanting to answer his questions right now.I took a cab and gave the driver the address. As we approached the destination, I asked the driver to pull over farther away so I could walk and clear my head.As the taxi drove away, a white Chevrolet SS pulled up in front of me. I was hesitant to look, but then I heard my name.I peeked through the windshield and saw Melissa, her expression mocking. She was chewing gum carelessly, sizing me up."Don't tell me you walked all the way here?" she asked, her tone drip

~ANNIKA~As I slowly got out of bed, I noticed a slight improvement in my condition, although the ache from the previous day still lingered.I attributed this slight boost to the deep sleep I had just woken up from.A yawn escaped my lips as I turned to face the room, and my eyes widened in surprise to see the same man still sitting beside me.He was the one who had rescued me from those thugs and brought me to the hospital.I couldn't help but wonder why he was still here, watching over me with an air of quiet concern.Didn't he have somewhere else to be, something more important to attend to?His presence seemed almost... vigilante-like.Why was he so invested in my well-being?"Good morning, hope you had a great rest?" He approached me with a calm and curious tone, his eyes noticing my wincing expression on the bed."Yes, I did, thanks to the sedative the doctor gave," I replied, my voice still laced with a hint of pain."Are you still here?" I asked, raising an

~ ÃNGELO ~As I glanced at my wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, a growing sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Annika was supposed to meet me an hour ago, but there was no sign of her. I tried to call her cell phone, but it went straight to voicemail - a clear indication that it was switched off. Undeterred, I decided to try the home phone, hoping that she might be stuck at home or had simply lost track of time. However, the conversation with the maids at home only added to my concern. Leaving me with a nagging question: where could she be?As I paced back and forth across the floor, my mind was a whirlwind of troubling thoughts. I had always prided myself on being a strong and composed individual, someone who could handle high-pressure situations with ease. But now, as fear began to creep in, I felt my usual calm demeanor start to fray. The uncertainty surrounding Annika's whereabouts was unsettling, and I couldn't shake off the feeling t