All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151 Avia’s POV The cold tiles pressed into my knees as I tried to steady my breathing. My mother-in-law’s question still rang in my ears are you carrying my grandchild? and I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Not yet. Not when Tristan was only steps away. The sound of his footsteps grew closer, and panic surged through me. My pulse drummed against my ribs as if it could shatter me from the inside. His voice followed, sharp and laced with worry. “Avia?” I squeezed my mother-in-law’s hand, silently pleading. Her sharp eyes, so full of suspicion only moments ago, softened slightly as she looked from me to the door. Before Tristan could step in, she rose quickly and pulled the door almost shut, her voice calm but firm. “Give her a moment, Tristan. She just needs to breathe.” Silence lingered on the other side. Then his sigh came, low and reluctant. “Alright. But don’t let her stay in there too long.” His footsteps retreated, and I let out a shaky breath, slumping against the

Chapter 153 Avia’s POV The next morning in Tristan’s family house dragged with a heaviness I couldn’t quite shake off. I woke up earlier than usual, partly because sleep had refused to hold me, partly because I didn’t want to run into anyone before I had steadied myself. But fate was cruel like that. By the time I came down to the living room, Brianne was already there, sitting like a queen in her robe, flipping through a glossy magazine as though she owned the place. Her hair shimmered with a deliberate glow, and her lips curled when she noticed me. “Good morning,” I said quietly, heading straight for the kitchen. “Morning,” she replied without looking up, her tone carrying enough disdain to pierce through the air. I ignored her. I had learned the hard way that sparring with Brianne only led to endless bruises on my pride. But ignoring her was easier said than done. When I stepped back into the living room, she was standing beside a glass cabinet. Inside was a small jewelry bo

.Chapter 155 Avia’s POV We both stepped out of the mall together. My face was still red from the kiss—the way he had pulled me closer and kissed me right there in front of everyone. I hadn’t been able to say a word since. My lips still tingled from the contact, and my chest was heavy with confusion. We fucking kissed in public. Did he even understand what that meant? He had changed completely. There was no way in hell the Tristan I knew would have done that. But today, he had done it so easily, so boldly. The attendants had carried our bags to the truck, their eyes lingering on me differently this time. Some of the women whispered when we passed, their gazes following us like they finally realized who I was to him. It was strange—how people’s attitudes could shift the moment Tristan flaunted me as his wife. I had felt their stares, their curiosity, their sudden respect, and it left me shaken. “Your face might explode at this point,” Tristan teased once we got into the car. “Huh?

.Chapter 157 Tristan’s POV I was standing at the door entrance, my jaw was literally on the floor, and at the entrance was Brianne—standing with an ultrasound photo in her hand, and a luggage right next to her. What the hell was this all about? “What does that have to do with me? You have to find the father of your baby. You didn’t have to bring your luggage here.” I managed to say, my voice low but firm. “The father. You are the father of my baby.” She said, rubbing her tummy. I froze. My brain went blank for a second. And then, footsteps behind me. I didn’t even need to turn to know—it was Avia. “Who is the father of your baby? Is this some sort of joke?” Avia’s voice cracked, sharper than I’d ever heard it. She was tense. Way more tense than I was. Brianne’s lips curved, smug, like she was savoring every second of this. “You should listen to my explanations first. You can’t just push me away like this.” My fists clenched. My heart pounded. The air between us turned suffoc

.Chapter 159 Avia’s POV I watched him as he came out of the bathroom, water dripping down the lines of his body. Droplets slid across his chest and traced the curve of his shoulders before disappearing into the towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair clung to his forehead, damp and dark, as he dragged the towel across it carelessly. I wanted to ask him a thousand things. Why he let Brianne back into this house. Why he looked like the weight of the world was pressing on his shoulders. Why his eyes seemed clouded with something heavier than fatigue. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I knew better than to push him when he was like this. Would telling him about the child inside me change anything? The thought clawed at me. My fingers tightened around my phone as I sat on the bed, pretending to scroll. Brianne had told him the child wasn’t his, and yet he hadn’t reacted. He hadn’t flinched. If anything, his silence had told me everything I needed to know—that he wanted me by h