All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Brother : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter ThreeTristan's POVWhere the hell did she go this morning?Avia wasn’t the type of person who’d just leave the house that early. A part of me wanted to call her. Ask where she was, if she was okay. But I didn’t.Because if I called, I’d have to talk to her. And right now, I didn’t even want to hear her voice.The knock on my office door came about an hour later. I waved the assistant away with a quick, “Not now,” and turned back to my screen.Another notification buzzed. This time, a call. Unknown number.I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose, and answered anyway.“Yeah?”“Good afternoon, am I speaking with Mr. Tristan Logan?” a female voice asked over the phone.What now?“Yes,” I answered.“This is Kara from Goldline Insurance. Just calling to confirm the details on the claim filed for your BMW. Accident report from last Tuesday?”I froze. “What?”I didn’t remember filing any claim. Was this a mistake?“The claim was submitted under your name. It states damage to the fron

Avia's POVI owed him 30 million dollars, and I would do anything in my power to make sure I paid him back every cent. I would do everything to make sure to call off the deal.I had applied for a job the very next day after he made it clear he would keep me trapped in this loveless marriage, and now it has been one week and I was able to get a job within that one week.It wasn't going to be easy going back into acting due to my last scandals,.but I'd try my very best. He was able to remove most of the scandals on the internet though, and that was before we got married too.I stood in front of the huge building towering above me. “Nova House.”It was time to return to the entertainment industry. They offered 10% of whatever the celebrity earned each month, and I was more than ready to take on the role of manager—whoever they assigned me to.If everything worked out, I could repay his money in two years. And then... I’d finally be free to divorce him.I took the elevator to the top floo

Avia's POVMy back pressed against the doorframe, the wood digging into my spine as I stared at the pot on the fire The steam curled up, carrying the faint scent of chicken and vegetables filled the entire air. My stomach twisted with both hunger and nerves. I had spent the afternoon scrolling through YouTube recipes, desperate to find something anything I could stomach these days. This one had looked promising.Yeah, I was pregnant. And with that came cravings that hit out of nowhere, like storms I couldn’t control. I prayed this meal wouldn’t betray me.The door clicked open behind me. My breath caught. Tristan.I rose slowly, my knees stiff, and there he was, stepping inside as if he owned not just the room, but my air.My mind went to the news that had reached me this morning. What on earth had he been thinking, buying the agency I worked for? He didn’t know a single damn thing about the fashion industry, yet here he was, barging into my life in every possible way.My chest t

Chapter OneAurora's POVI stared at my husband's lifeless body on the floor. The knife trembled in my grip, blood dripping steadily from the blade.My vision blurred with tears, but I couldn’t bring myself to wipe them away. What had I done? Should I call the police? Or just run?My hand rose to my face. I felt the warm, sticky blood smeared across my cheek. It wasn’t mine. I remembered the argument. We’d come back from the bar after he saw me dancing with another man. He pulled me into the hotel room, furious. That much I knew.But everything after that felt like a blur.I’d blacked out during the fight. When I opened my eyes, he was lying next to me, still and silent. A pool of blood surrounded him. The knife was in my hand.My head throbbed as I tried to recall what happened. But nothing came clearly. Only flashes—him shouting, me crying, something shattering. Then silence. My brain kept spinning out different versions of what might have happened, all of them ending with me holdin

Chapter — Avia’s POVThe ride to Tristan’s family house felt longer than usual. My fingers gripped the edge of my dress as if holding on to the fabric could keep me from falling apart. Ever since the news about the divorce broke out, I’d been waiting for this moment—the moment I would have to face his mother.Tristan sat beside me in silence, his hand resting loosely on the steering wheel. He glanced at me from time to time, probably searching for the right words, but nothing came out. I didn’t want to hear apologies anymore; not when I still carried the sting of betrayal and the weight of a secret he couldn’t know yet.By the time we pulled into the driveway, my heart was already racing. His mother’s house was warm, welcoming, and intimidating all at once. I had always respected her, always wanted her approval, and now walking in with rumors of divorce hanging over us felt like walking into judgment.As soon as we stepped inside, she was already there, standing at the edge of the liv