All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

ZionWhen I woke up, my head felt like I had been hit with a hammer. For a while, I just lay there without moving, because even the smallest shift sent sharp pain shooting through my skull. My mouth was dry, my tongue felt heavy, and the air around me smelled damp and metallic, almost like rust. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my bed, not even close.As soon as that dawned on me, I blinked hard, trying to focus, but the world around me stayed blurry. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the ground and felt the chill of concrete pressing against my palms. I was on the floor of a room that looked abandoned. The ceiling was low, the walls bare and rough, and a single bulb hung from a wire above me. The light swayed a little, casting uneven shadows that seemed to move whenever I blinked.My first instinct was to check my hands, my wrists, my ankles. I’d seen situations like this, where people woke up tied to a chair, a post… whatever, and brutally tortured. But thankfully, there wer

SavannahSo here’s the thing about trying to go back to normal life when your whole world has basically exploded: you can’t. Not really. They say sometimes the hardest choices aren’t the big, dramatic ones where everything explodes around you. Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that sit in the back of your head and refuse to leave. That’s how it felt with this whole school thing now. My head was filled with different questions each time. Do I stay? Do I take my dad’s offer and walk away from all of it? Do I leave these halls, these people, the whispers that follow me everywhere?I’d been replaying the thought all day, in every class, every hallway, every time someone’s voice dropped the second I passed. Part of me wanted to say screw it, pack my bags, and start over where no one knew my name. But another part of me, the stubborn, prideful part, refused to give them the satisfaction. I wasn’t going to be pushed out of my own life because people didn’t know how to handle the new me.But eve

AriaI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone like it was a lifeline. The screen reflected back at me, but the decision was still not easy to make. All I had to do was press one button, but it felt like I had to press a detonator. I knew once I called him, I couldn’t take it back, but after hesitating for what seemed like forever, I finally hit dial. The line rang once, twice, and then his voice came through. “Savannah.”As soon as I heard it, my body trembled slightly. It carried the same heaviness it always did. “Hey, Dad,” I said softly, but still my voice cracked a little. “Can we talk?”He paused for just a beat and then breathed softly. “Always. What’s wrong?”I took a deep breath, staring at the half-packed books stacked under my desk, and exhaled. “You were right.”For about a minute, there was a deep silence, and then he breathed. “About what?”“About everything.” I rubbed my forehead, trying to keep my voice steady. “About me not belonging here. About this school n

SavannahHis hand was already on the doorknob, his back was turned to me, and his shoulders were stiff like he was forcing himself to walk away. For a second, I thought that was it, that this was the last time he’d stand in my dorm, the last time I’d see him in this space that used to feel like a safe retreat. But then he stopped and turned back, and that movement alone almost broke me. His eyes were locked on mine, and there was so much there, anger, confusion, hurt, and something else, something softer that he was trying so hard to bury. His mouth parted like he was about to say something, maybe beg, maybe fight, anything to drag me back from the edge I was already standing on.And that was when I moved. I stepped forward, and my legs carried me to the door before I even realized it. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.“Leo, don’t,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “Please. Just leave.”His jaw tightened. “Savannah, I can’t just…” he began to speak. “Yes,

SavannahSo here’s the thing about leaving: it never feels the way you picture it. I thought it would be dramatic, maybe even painful, like some big moment where everything would suddenly make sense. But when it actually happened? It was quiet and just sad.That night, as I walked across campus with my bag slung over my shoulder, I felt overwhelmed with silence, the kind that makes you hear your own footsteps too loud. Jack was waiting by the car, leaning on the door like he’d been standing there for hours, with his hands shoved in his pockets.I heaved a deep sigh and slowly approached him, and as soon as he saw me, he leaned forward slowly, his eyes boring straight to mine. “Savannah,” he paused and looked at me again, “Is this what you really want?”I don’t know why, but those words froze me. But let’s be real. It’s easy to hype yourself up when it’s just you in your room, saying, ‘I’m ready, I’ve made my decision, this is the right move.’ But when someone looks you in the eye and