The Devastated Wife He Regrets Losing Novel – He Can Overcome Danger Blanche’s POV I walked through the doors of Alexander Villa just in time. A full moon hung in the sky, marking the peak of my cycle—ovulation day. Since Carry’s birth, my in-laws have made their demands very clear: they want another grandchild. Most wives would shrug off such pressure, joking about their royal lineage. But the Jacobs family is no ordinary family.
As the richest dynasty in Oakwood, their multi-billion dollar inheritance requires a male heir. I found Zain waiting in our bedroom, fresh from his shower. No greetings, no small talk—we got straight to the point. A few minutes passed before he disappeared into the bathroom. When he came out, I still hadn’t moved from the bed. He was putting on his clothes with his back to me, throwing words over his shoulder like loose change. “Get tested when it’s time.
Call me if it’s positive.” Years of marriage, and he never gave me more than the bare minimum. Our marriage existed only in legal documents, while Zain flaunted his infidelity so openly. I’ve spent countless sleepless nights scrolling through his social media, following every digital trail until I found her account. Since then, I’ve been checking it obsessively, unable to stop reopening old wounds. Before planning this second child, I rarely saw Zain in person.
I tracked my husband’s life through his mistress’s posts: fancy dinners, extravagant trips, birthday parties. Now, we see each other exactly once every cycle. I knew Zain was anxious to leave, so I stood up quickly. “Wait,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “We need to talk about something.” My hands clenched as I stared at his stiff back. Zain turned slowly, his expression frozen in coldness. “Talking about what?” His words cut through the air like shards of ice. I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “I want us to try,” I pleaded, though I suspected it was too late.
Still, I had to try. I had invested too much in this marriage, in our family. Carry deserves to have parents who don’t disappoint her. Zain didn’t respond at all. I couldn’t tell if he hadn’t heard me or was simply ignoring my words. He finished buttoning his shirt, put on his watch, and moved toward the door without acknowledging my presence. This time, I remained standing by the bed.
There was no desperate hug. No pleading for him to stay. The old patterns were finally dead.