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Chapter 57 — In the Rain
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2026-10-18 22:08:29
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My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 77 — What I Hid
Sable’s POV I sat across from my father at the kitchen table with my hands wrapped around a glass I had not drunk from. The house was quiet in the way it only got in the late afternoon — Corin still out, Ivo occupied in the other room with the dinosaur and a stack of cushions. I had run out of safer conversations. The restaurant lie had lived too long. Rhett’s name had come too close to this door too many times. If I left again without speaking, the distance would only calcify. “I need to tell you the truth,” I said. Dad looked at me over the rim of his own cup. He didn’t push. He only waited, which somehow made it harder. “I don’t work at a restaurant.” The sentence came out flat, practiced in my head a hundred times and still foreign in the air. “I work at a hospital. I’m a nurse. I have been for years.” His expression shifted — not shock exactly, more the slow rearrangement of a man rewriting a story he had accepted on trust. “And Rhett.” I forced myself to hold his gaze.
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 76 — Yes
Sable’s POV I couldn’t stop turning Rhett’s words over on the way home. If Alden had carried the same birthmark, the question wrote itself whether I wanted it to or not. Could he have been Luca’s father? The thought sat beside every other secret I was already holding and made the air in the bus feel thinner. I couldn’t reach Luca tonight. Discharge timing, shift schedules, the simple fact that some truths needed more than a corridor and a chart — I had no clean way to put that possibility into his hands even if I had been sure. My apartment was quiet when I unlocked the door. Ivo’s absence still had a shape. On the side table sat the envelope I hadn’t opened the day before — plain, no return address, my name in handwriting I didn’t recognize. I had left it for a version of me with more room in her chest. That version had not arrived. I sat on the sofa and slid a finger under the flap. One line. No signature. “I know who Ivo’s father is. Stay away from Rhett if you don’t want
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 75 — Empty Room
Sable’s POV The next day I went about the work as if the floor had not learned my name. People still mentioned it in the soft, sideways way staff used when they thought a nurse could not hear — cafeteria, water, the Voss woman, the heir. I paid no mind I could afford to show. Charts. Lines. Call lights. The tasks had clean edges. Gossip did not. I kept my head down and let the shift carry me from room to room until the ordinary rhythm almost felt like armor. Luca’s door was open when I reached it. The bed was empty. Sheets folded back. IV pole gone from its usual place. For a second the absence did not register as absence — only as a room between cleanings. Then the shape of it hit. Discharge was close, not today. He should have been here. Panic rose sharp and fast. I stepped fully inside. Near the blanket, half-tucked under the edge of the pillow, a note sat in handwriting I already knew from the rare times he had signed a form. “Thank you for taking care of me, but I don’t ha
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 74 — Cold Line
Sable’s POV I called Corin from the car before I started the engine. The parking lot had thinned. My shift was done. His text — Call me when you’re free — had sat unanswered long enough that guilt had started to outweigh the noise of the floor. I hit his name and watched the dashboard while the line connected. “Corin.” “Sab.” The single syllable was wrong. Cold. Stripped of the ease he usually wore even when he was annoyed. My hand tightened on the phone. “Corin, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Silence stretched half a second too long. Then his next words landed like a blow. “Is it true that Ivo is Rhett’s son?” The air left my chest. Speech went with it. Thoughts refused to form into anything useful — not a denial, not a joke, not the careful restaurant-life version of myself I had fed my family for years. I stared through the windshield at a concrete pillar and heard only blood in my ears. Before I could force a sound out, Corin’s voice shifted. The cold dropped away. W
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 73 — Birthmark
Sable’s POV Corin’s name flashed on the screen while I was pushing a cart between rooms. I couldn’t stop. A call light was already glowing two doors down, and the charge nurse’s voice was carrying from the station with the particular edge that meant someone had waited too long. I let the phone ring through against my hip and told myself I would call back the second the floor loosened. By the time I checked again between tasks, the missed call had become a text. “Call me when you’re free.” The kind of message Corin sent when he was holding something behind his teeth and had decided that a full conversation required my actual voice. I pocketed the phone and kept moving. Free was a relative term on this shift. Whatever he wanted would have to wait until Ivo’s name, Isolde’s noise, and the reassigned floor’s quiet judgment were not all competing for the same narrow strip of attention. Luca’s room sat near the end of the hall, afternoon light cut into a hard rectangle across the bed
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Hidden Son Chapter 72 — The USB
Rhett’s POV I returned to the office expecting quiet. The building had learned, over the past weeks, to give me a wider berth — cancelled wedding, father’s death, the kind of gossip that made assistants speak softer and partners delay nonessential meetings. I had told the front desk, more than once, that Isolde Hart was not to be shown up unannounced. The instruction had been clear. It had also, apparently, been optional. She was already inside. Standing in front of my desk as if the room still belonged to a future we had signed and then burned. Coat perfect. Expression set for leverage. My assistant hovered in the doorway with an apology already forming; I dismissed him with a look and shut the door myself. “You’re not supposed to be here.” “And yet.” Isolde held up a folded page. “You’ll want to see this before you have me removed.” I didn’t reach for it. She placed it on the desk anyway, smoothed the crease with two fingers, and waited. DNA results. Laboratory letterhead. N
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