Semua Bab My Ex-Husband's Brother : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Chapter 141 Avia's POV Thirty million dollars. That was the price of my freedom. If I ever wanted out of this loveless marriage, I’d have to repay that amount to Tristan. And I would. No matter what it took. The very next day, I applied for a job. Now, after one long week, I finally got a response. Returning to the entertainment industry wouldn’t be easy. My scandals still lived on the internet, but I’d learned to ignore the whispers. Besides, Tristan had wiped most of it off back when we first got married. That was... before everything went downhill, when we were still madly in love with each other. I stood in front of the towering building labeled “Nova House.” My chest tightened. This was it. My shot. They offered 10% of their celebrities’ earnings to the managers—and I was ready to be one. If this worked, I could pay Tristan back in two years. And finally be free. I entered the elevator and rode to the top floor, palms sweaty. The moment I stepped into the office, m

Chapter 143 Avia's POV. I stepped into my bedroom, my mind clouded with the fact that I was pregnant. I had stepped outside today, hoping to start working, but I ended up in the hospital and then getting to discover that I was pregnant. He stretched his cup, while I poured him a shot of whiskey. We both drank, but he drank a lot that night. Everything happened so fast that night, and we ended up reaching orgasm with him releasing into me. I didn't remember it happened until one week after. took precautions, but I guess it was too late. Now I was carrying his child again. Was this a second chance for the both of us? I wasn't sure. "Oh Jesus!" I jumped seeing him sitting on my bed immediately I had switched on the light. My hand on my chest while I tried to catch my breath. "What the hell are you doing in my room? Sitting all alone in the dark?" I dropped my bag on the nearest desk. "Where have you been?" He questioned. My steps halted while my gaze slowly directed tow

Chapter 145 Avia's POV My 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 e

Chapter 147 Avia’s POV I clutched unto my bag while I stared at the huge building in front of me. I never thought I’d be able to step my foot here again. But I was still determined, just like the way I was when I came here one week ago. The goal was to make a huge amount of money so I’d pay Tristan and get divorced with him. My hand slowly rubbed my belly. “Let’s get out of this toxic marriage for good,” I muttered, telling the little thing in me. --- The first scene of the movie which I auditioned for was starting today as stated in the contract. “Thank goodness Tristan allowed you in here,” Penelope mentioned, with a smile written all over her face. I was about to say something back when I saw her—Brianne. Her sharp eyes locked on me like she had been waiting all this while just to tear me apart. “What the hell are you doing here?” she spat, walking straight to my front. “Didn’t you learn your place already?” I rolled my eyes and hugged my bag tighter. “I’m here to work, n

Chapter 149 Tristan’s POV I still remembered clearly how I had stood by the corner of the corridor the previous morning, my ear catching every word that left Avia’s lips while she spoke with the doctor on the phone. She had tried to keep her voice low, almost like a whisper, but she forgot I was not far from her. I heard enough. I heard the date. I heard the plan. My heart had slammed against my chest so hard that I thought it would break free. Abortion. That was the word she had used. For hours after that call, I couldn’t think straight. I sat in my office chair staring at my computer, but nothing made sense. The papers in front of me blurred until the letters looked like ants crawling across the sheet. I wanted to storm into her room that very moment, grab her by the shoulders and demand to know why she would want to abort even know i didn't know who the father was. But a voice inside told me to wait. To see. To make sure. Maybe I had misheard. Maybe she would change her min