Ex-husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 8

SILAS’ POV

I didn’t knock when I entered her room. I never had, and I had no intention of starting now. It was my house. My rules. My space. She was the one forced into it, yet somehow she moved through it with this quiet stubbornness, as if she had a right to claim anything in my life.

The envelope hit the bed with a soft thud. Her eyes widened, and I watched her hesitate, trembling as she reached toward it. Perfect. She needed to feel the weight of what I was asking.

“What… what is this?” she asked, her voice small and fragile.

“A passing order to issue a paternity test,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Since you refuse to get rid of the baby, the least you can do is prove it’s mine.”

Her lips parted slightly, and she stared at me, her eyes wide and unblinking. I watched the panic cross her face, and for a moment I allowed myself a private smirk.

She had no idea how dangerous she was. Or maybe she did. That has always been the problem. That soft, quiet way of hers, the way she moved and spoke, made her seem harmless. But I had never been wrong about her. Not once. She was unstable, calculating, and terrifyingly skilled at playing the innocent victim.

Her hands shook as she lifted the envelope. “I… I won’t hurt my baby,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her words made me laugh softly, though not unkindly. I shook my head. “You think this is about hurting anyone? No, Jade. This is about truth. About responsibility. You cannot continue living in lies while dragging my name through the mud. You cannot manipulate this situation like everything is yours to control. If you want to keep that child alive, prove that it belongs to me.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a second I could see defiance flicker in her eyes. That little spark should have been pitiful, but I recognized it immediately. She had spirit. She had fire. And right now, I needed her to break, to understand the rules she had been thrust into.

In that moment, I justified everything in my mind. I was being firm. I was being masculine. I was protecting my name, my future, my life. She needed boundaries. She needed to understand that nothing in this world came without proof. Nothing. Not my love. Not my trust. Not even the child she clung to like it was a shield.

“You want me to take a test?” she said quietly. “I… I won’t.”

“Then stop lying,” I said, my voice rising. “Stop pretending. Stop trying to trick me. Prove it. Show me it’s mine!”

Her hands shook harder, but she didn’t lower her gaze. I felt an odd sense of… respect. Not for her morality, not for her bravery, but for the sheer stubbornness. She was refusing to bend. And that angered me. Not because she disobeyed, but because she made me realize that even in my house, I couldn’t fully control her.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and my voice rose again. “You think I don’t see what you are doing? Sleeping around, playing the desperate social climber. Lying about everything. Using every trick you know to trap me. Do you think I’m blind, Jade?”

Her face paled. She tried to step back, but I didn’t let her. I watched the panic creep into her eyes, the small tremor in her hands. Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but I cut her off.

“Stop pretending to be innocent,” I spat, my words sharp. “You are cheap, Jade. A liar. A manipulator. A woman who thinks she can get whatever she wants because she’s carrying a child that she cannot even prove is mine.”

She flinched at every word. I knew it. She hated me, but more than that, she hated herself. That’s why this worked. That’s why I could do this and call it truth, call it masculinity, call it justice. I was the man here. I was the one who defined right and wrong. I was the one with control.

I noticed her start to shake in a way that wasn’t just fear. Stress, panic, emotional overload. Her knees wobbled, her fingers trembled violently, and I realized she was trying to move away. I took another step forward.

“You think you can walk away from me? Walk away from this?” I growled.

“You think you can escape the consequences of every reckless decision you’ve made? Do you understand how much trouble you’ve caused me, Jade? You think your father’s money, your pretty little face, or your charm can shield you from the mess you made?”

She looked at me again, her eyes red and wet, and I realized that she hated me. She feared me. She might even loathe me for what I was doing. But at least… I know she would not break me. She could never break me.

As jade was about to stand up, she stumbled back and collapsed on the floor immediately.

My first instinct was a shock I didn’t expect. My hand shot out toward her, but it hovered, uncertain, because I saw how pale she had gone, how fragile she looked lying there on the floor.

Her eyes were shot, and her lips parted, and I felt something twist in my chest. God! I was afraid…

“Ben!” I barked as I called my driver, my voice suddenly sounding sharp and commanding. “Now!”

The door swung open, and the driver appeared instantly, eyes wide, alert. “Yes, sir?”

“Take her to the hospital. Immediately.”

“What happened to her sir?” Ben asked.

“Just shut the f**k up and do what I said!!”