Episode 12
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Getting jealous
Christian's pov
I followed Jane as she speed out of the hospital parking lot, her taillights glowing faintly in the dimming evening. No one could blame her for being angry—her parents had never been good to her, and honestly, I couldn’t even explain why she was so furious with me. Everything that happened the other was just a Misunderstanding couples can have and her throwing dirvoce up and down was just her being paranoid. I was this kind to this extent just cause of her I'm not actually the patient type.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. She was the one who signed the divorce papers, not me. She was the one who wanted out. I never intended for it to end like this, but what choice did I have when she didn’t even give me a chance to explain that all this was a misunderstanding?.
Ever since she left home, I’d been trying to make it up to her in small ways—calling her, offering to help her move, showing up when I thought she might need support. But nothing worked. It was like the Jane I knew, the Jane I married, was gone.
My phone buzzed on the passenger seat where I’d tossed it earlier. I reached over and glanced at the screen. Amanda. She’d been calling and texting all day.
I sighed and answered, holding the phone to my ear with one hand while steering with the other.
“Hey, Amanda,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Sorry for not picking up earlier.”
“Where the hell are you, Christian?” she snapped, her tone sharp and demanding. “I’ve been waiting at your house for hours!” she spat rudely.
“I’m handling something important,” I replied curtly. “I’ll get back to you soon.”
Before she could argue, I hung up. I didn’t have time to deal with her right now. Jane was the priority.
As I pulled into her apartment complex, I saw her park her car and step out, moving quickly toward her door. I parked beside her and jumped out of my car.
“Jane, wait!” I called, slamming my car door shut.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t even look at me.
“Jane, I’m talking to you,” I said again, my voice rising. This time, it wasn’t a request—it was a demand.
She stepped into her apartment, and I followed her, shutting the door behind me.
“What the f**k is wrong with you, Jane?” I asked, grabbing her arm to stop her.
She spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. “Are you seriously asking me that, Christian? You don’t get to ask me that.”
I stepped closer, lowering my voice but keeping my grip firm. “What the f**k has gotten into you? Is it because of that bastard Jared?”
Her eyes widened, and then she laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. “Oh, so this is what it’s about? You’re jealous because of Jared? You’re pathetic, Christian.”
“Don’t call me that,” I said, my tone softening despite the fire in her voice. I pulled her closer, my face just inches from hers. “I’m not pathetic.”
I said as her body calm , she calling me pathetic was a big mistake she clearly knows what I can I'm just being soft with her cause I know how fragile she can be, acting bossy still doesn't mean the quite and fragile Jane I know is not down there.
Her eyes flicked to my lips, and for a moment, everything else faded. I leaned in, closing the space between us. I saw her her moving close as our lips match but she immediately step back and landed a hot slap on my cheeks.
“We’re divorced, Christian,” she said coldly, her voice like steel. “It’s time you start minding your own business.”
" Dirvoce? Is not even finalized and we are not dirvoce not until I say so " I said as I rubbed my hand on my cheeks where her hand landed.
“What if I said no?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper now. “What if I said you’re still my wife?”
“Ex-wife, Christian,” she snapped, yanking her arm out of my grip. “And don’t you dare forget that. Go focus on your mistress—the woman you love so much. Leave me alone.”
“I’m trying to protect you,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “This is bigger than what you think, Jane.”
She shook her head, stepping back toward the stairs. “If I needed protection, you’d be the last person I’d call.”
Her words cut deeper than I expected. I stood there, watching her walk upstairs, feeling like the air had been knocked out of me.
I didn’t move for a long time. My feet felt rooted to the spot, my mind swirling with questions I couldn’t answer. The woman I’d married—the one who used to laugh with me, dream with me—was gone. This Jane was hard, angry, and untouchable.
As I turned to leave, I nearly collided with someone coming up the path.
It was Jared.
He was holding a bouquet of flowers, a smug grin on his face as he walked toward Jane’s door.
“Watch where you’re going, man,” Jared said, brushing past me like I wasn’t even there.
My anger boiled over, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the nearest wall.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “But whatever it is, you better back the f**k off.”
Jared didn’t flinch. Instead, he chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. “I can’t believe it,” he said, grinning. “The almighty Christian Holmes, jealous of little old me?”
I tightened my grip, but he just smirked.
“Let me make something clear,” he said, knocking my hand off his throat. “You’re not in control anymore. She’s your ex-wife, Christian. Ex. Get that through your head.”
He stepped past me, walking up to her door with a confident stride.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said, my voice cold as ice.
He glanced back, still grinning. “And don’t say I didn’t tell you—she’s moving on, mate.”
I clenched my fists as I watched him knock on her door and disappear inside.
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