Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

BerniceI sat across from Emma in the quiet corner of the coffee shop in hospital, my heart aching as I listened to her story unfold.I never thought Emma and Penny had endured so much. Penny was mix born with two types of congenital disorders. She might die at any moment.Emma's hands trembled as she wrapped them around her steaming mug, her voice barely above a whisper. "Penny's entire life has been a battle," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "From the moment she was born, she's been fighting just to survive. The sterile environment, the const

BerniceChristian was a total go-getter. He soon managed to get an invitation. But instead of using his own name, he posed as a wealthy French businessman named Gasly. I was to play the role of his wife, a prospect that sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach.As we entered the gallery, Christian's demeanor shifted. He stood taller, his shoulders broad and his chin held high."Bonjour, Monsieur," he greeted the manager, his French accent flawless and his tone dripping with sophistication. "I am Gasly, and this," he said, turning to me with a look of adoration that made my heart skip a beat. He took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "is my beautiful wife, Madame Gasly. My wife and I have heard great things about your gallery, and we simply had to see it for ourselves."I couldn't help but blush as Christian referred to me as his wife, even though I knew it was all part of the act."Welcome, Monsieur and Madame Gasly," the manager said, her eyes sparkling with

ChristianTen Years AgoThe day of my mother's funeral was a blur, a haze of grief and disbelief that settled over me like a suffocating fog. The sky was overcast. I stood by the gravesite, my eyes fixed on the polished mahogany casket that held my mother's lifeless body. The scent of freshly turned earth and the delicate aroma of the surrounding flower arrangements filled my nostrils, but I barely registered them.Beside me, my father, Aaron, stood with his arm wrapped around the waist of his new wife, Elina. The sight of them together, so soon after my mother's passing, made my stomach churn with disgust. Elina, with her perfectly coiffed hair and designer black dress, looked more like she was attending a social event than a funeral.I couldn't bring myself to look at them, to acknowledge their presence. The pain of my mother's death was still too raw, too fresh, and seeing my father move on so quickly with the woman he had been unfaithful with.As the casket was lowered to the grou

ChristianTen Years Ago"Don't tell me you're throwing away those tomatoes you bought," the girl said.There was a hint of amusement in her voice, and her eyes sparkled with amusement, and I could tell she was trying very hard not to laugh.I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.I had no idea what I was doing, but I couldn't let her know that she'd been right all along. So I lied."No, I'm not throwing them away," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I actually made a delicious dinner with them last night. Best tomatoes I've ever had."The girl's smile widened, and I could tell she wasn't buying it for a second. "Oh really?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then why are you throwing away the leftovers?"I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could come up with another lie, my stomach let out a loud, embarrassing growl. I felt my face flush even deeper as the girl burst out laughing."Sounds like your stomach disagrees with your story," she giggled, her eyes twi

ChristianTen Years AgoI was rummaging through the old storage room when I heard the soft tinkling of piano keys.The soft, melodic notes drifted through the house. I hadn't heard anyone played in year. Intrigued, I followed the music, my footsteps leading me to the living room.There was Bernice. She looked so different than usual Bernie. Her fingers danced. I stood in the doorway, transfixed, watching her play.She finished playing."Wow," I breathed, leaning against the doorframe. "I didn't know you could play."Bernice looked up, startled, but then smiled. "Hey, Charlie," she said. "I hope you don't mind me playing your piano."I shook my head, stepping into the room. "After your invading my house all these days. Playing my piano is not a such big deal." I raised an eyebrow, "I had no idea you could play like that.""Oh, yeah. I've been playing since I was a kid. My mom taught me."I walked over and sat beside her on the bench. "You're really good."Bernice's smile widened, and s