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CHAPTER 7 : MANGO
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2025-08-22 07:37:53
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In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 9 : TIFFANY
Ever since the baby was born, the house had slowly turned quiet.Kuya Kent and the boys weren’t around anymore—Kent was busy with his family, taking care of his wife and daughter. Wero, Kael, and Justine were busy with their own lives.And Clyren? I heard he was always at Kuya Kent’s house. Always there to check on Bea, to check on the baby.Even Mom and Dad were barely home, drowning in their work. Most of the time, it was just me left in the house. I didn’t go to work either. My body wouldn’t let me. It felt too heavy, like it didn’t want me to get up from bed.It had been a week since I last saw Clyren at the hospital. A full week of no texts, no glances, no calls—nothing to make me believe there was still something between us.And yes, I’d long accepted there was nothing… but why did it still hurt this much?I stayed in my room the whole day. Rain poured outside, as if the sky was sharing the weight in my chest. I sat on my bed, hugging a pillow, quietly watching the curtains sway
In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 8 : BEA GAVE BIRTH
I woke up with a slight ache in my neck, the kind you get when you sleep too long without meaning to. My eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light slipping through the curtains. The bed felt warmer than usual, like someone had tucked me in not too long ago. I sat up carefully, running my hand through my messy hair. My head felt heavy, but my stomach felt even heavier. I stood up and walked out of the room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. My steps carried me to the kitchen. For some reason, I expected to see him there—maybe because I was so used to it. Seeing him first thing in the morning, either in the kitchen or on the couch, pretending not to notice me. But the kitchen was empty. No Clyren. Even the usual plate and mug he used weren’t there. I stood by the counter for a while, not really sure what I was waiting for. My appetite disappeared before it even had a chance to come. Out of habit, I opened the fridge, but the hunger just wasn’t there anymore. With a long sigh, I shut
In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 7 : MANGO
It was another regular evening. I had just finished dinner with Kuya Kent and Hera, and now I was lazily leaning back on the couch, flipping through random channels. Hera was lying on the floor, scrolling on her phone.“Syd, do you want anything else to eat? Or are you fine with the leftovers in the kitchen?” Kuya Kent asked from the other couch.I shook my head. “I’m good. Still full.”But not even five minutes later…“Hera, do we have any mangoes?”Hera snorted. “You just said you were full.”I ignored her. Kuya Kent, on the other hand, looked amused. “I brought home some ripe ones earlier. Bea didn’t want them though—she prefers the sour ones.”I slouched deeper into the couch and sighed. “Never mind then.”“You like the sour ones too?” he asked.“Yeah, but it’s already late. Nowhere to buy them.”“I can take you tomorrow—” He stopped mid-sentence when a voice came from behind.“What’s happening tomorrow?”We both turned. Clyren had just walked into the living room, fresh from a sh
In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 6 : MORNING SICKNESS
The house was quiet except for faint footsteps and murmurs from the living room. When I walked in, I immediately saw Renz, Kael, and Justine—they had just arrived too. They all stopped when they saw me. “Syd?” Kael frowned at me. “What happened to you?” I ignored the way they were staring. I knew what they saw—red, swollen eyes, my lashes still damp from tears. I probably looked like hell. “Are you okay?” Kuya Kent asked, stepping closer. I didn’t answer. I just kept walking, my steps steady but firm. “Sydney, what happened?” Justine tried again. I bit the inside of my cheek and tightened my grip on my bag strap. I had no plans of answering. Then— “Sydney.” I froze. It was Clyren’s voice. His tone wasn’t sharp or demanding—it was calm, curious even. But somehow, it made my chest tighten more than the others did. Slowly, I turned and met his gaze. There was something unreadable in his eyes as he looked at my face. “What happened to your eyes?” My lips parted, ready to sp
In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 5 : TANIA
I sat on the cold bathroom floor, my knees pulled tight against my chest, staring blankly at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands. Two lines. Clear. Undeniable. Irreversible.My stomach turned, my chest grew heavier as fear sank deeper into my mind. Questions came rushing, crashing into each other inside my head. What am I supposed to do now?I had ignored the signs—brushed them off as stress, sleepless nights, or just my body being out of rhythm. The dizziness, the constant exhaustion, the nausea—I told myself it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was real. And now, I couldn’t run from it anymore.A shaky breath escaped my lips as I slipped the test back into its box and tucked it under the sink. Out of sight, but never out of mind.I leaned my forehead against my knees, shutting my eyes tight. What now? Do I tell him? Do I keep this to myself? Can I even handle this alone?The thought of Clyren knowing sent a different kind of fear through me.I bit my lip, fighting back the
In My Brother's Best Friend's Bed CHAPTER 4 : PREGNANT
My flight was delayed. Again.These past few days, it had been the same story—delays, reschedules, cancellations. Always some big reason, some sudden announcement. I’d been stuck at home for three weeks. Three whole weeks. It almost felt like a vacation—except I was rotting inside that house.I sighed, rubbing my temples as I walked through the airport halls. I was exhausted. Ironically, I’d slept well last night, but it felt like I hadn’t rested in days.Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was all the time wasted preparing for flights that never even happened.Either way, I was drained.Instead of waiting around for another update, I left. There was no point in torturing myself. I needed my bed, some peace and quiet, and maybe a cup of hot chocolate—if I could summon the energy to make one.The drive home was uneventful. Just the usual city traffic, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel, patience thinning by the second. I just wanted to get home, to shut everything out for a wh
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