Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Husband's Brother : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Avia’s POVThe night felt endless. Even after Tristan came back into the room, his warmth against me wasn’t enough to lull me into sleep.My body lay still beside his, but my mind wouldn’t shut off. Every sound—the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside, even the slow rhythm of his breathing—seemed too loud. My chest ached with a heaviness I couldn’t explain, a weight that pressed deeper with each passing second.By the time dawn broke, I had barely closed my eyes.Tristan stirred before me. His hand brushed lazily across my waist before he slipped out of bed. The sheets lifted, and the sudden absence of his warmth made me curl tighter into myself. I watched him silently through half-open eyes, the way he pulled on his shirt with quick, distracted movements. His jaw was set, brows pulled together in thought. He looked like a man carrying too much, and for a moment, I wanted to reach out and stop him. Ask him what was wrong. Demand answers to all the things he never sa

Avia’s POVThe 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 box, shimmering under

Chapter 175 Avia .. Tristan wasn’t home yet, and I hated how my chest ached with that awareness. It was stupid, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t still wait for him like this, pacing from one end of the room to the other, trying to decide if I should cook something or just let the night swallow me whole. I tried to read, but the words blurred. Tried to scroll through my phone, but everything felt empty. It was ridiculous. One kiss. One slip. And suddenly the walls I’d built around myself weren’t as strong as I thought. I pressed a hand against my stomach, a reflex, like muscle memory, and froze. My throat tightened. That place had once held something and someone who never got the chance to live. A loss that had cracked us in half, that had turned Tristan into a stranger and me into something hollow. Even now, years later, the memory could still choke me like it was yesterday. I hated that he had brought it up. I hated that he’d looked at me like that—as though

Brianne’s POVI folded my arms and leaned against the wall, my lips twitching as I watched her lift the teacup. The steam curled lazily in the air, carrying that subtle scent that no one would ever suspect. Not even her. She pressed the rim to her mouth and took a slow sip, and I felt a strange thrill rush through my veins.Finally.But then the silence broke with the sound of her sharp gasp. Avia’s hand trembled, the cup slipping slightly against the saucer as she clutched her stomach. Her face twisted, her brows knitting in pain. She tried to mask it, I could tell, but the tremors grew worse.The sight was supposed to make me smile, but it did something else instead. My throat tightened. A bead of sweat slid down my temple.She coughed suddenly, her body jerking forward, the cup clattering onto the table.Tristan’s chair scraped loudly against the floor. He rushed to her side, his voice heavy with panic. “Avia? Avia, what’s wrong?”I forced my eyes wide and gasped, clutching my ches

Tristan’s POVHer words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.Brianne might be responsible.I sat there, my hand still wrapped around Avia’s smaller one, but my mind had already started racing. The sterile scent of the hospital clung to my skin, mixing with the metallic taste of anger rising at the back of my throat. Brianne. Of all people.I wanted to dismiss it, to tell Avia she was wrong, that Brianne would never go that far. But I couldn’t. The way she had whispered it, the clarity in her eyes even through the weakness — she wasn’t guessing. She was certain.I looked at her lying there, pale against the white sheets, one hand resting protectively on her stomach. The monitors beeped steadily beside us, each sound a reminder that both of them were still alive, still fighting. My chest tightened. I had almost lost them. And if Avia was right, then Brianne had put them in this bed.The thought made my jaw clench so hard I felt my teeth ache.A nurse slipped in quietly, checking the IV and