All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Brother : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 182 Avia’s POVHis words replayed in my head long after he spoke them. “I believe you.” The weight of it pressed against my chest, making my heart pound so hard I thought he would hear it. Tristan had every right to doubt me, to turn away and never look back. But instead, he pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine with a certainty that left no room for hesitation.The kiss was soft at first, like he was testing me, making sure I wanted this as much as he did. But I leaned into him, my hands sliding up his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping me upright. The taste of him was intoxicating, and when his tongue brushed against mine, a shiver ran through me so strong I thought my knees might give out.He deepened the kiss, one hand at the small of my back, pressing me closer until I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. His other hand slid up, cradling my jaw with a tenderness that contrasted with the hunger in hi

Chapter 184Tristan’s POVThe evening had been going well. For once, I wasn’t thinking about the company, the fights, or the mess around us.Avia and I were in the living room. She was curled on the couch while I tried to slice up fruits. She laughed every time I fumbled with the knife. Her laughter filled the whole place, soft and warm. It was the kind of sound that made me forget there was a world outside.I wanted to stay in that moment.But peace never lasted for me.My phone rang. The sound cut through the calm like a blade. I frowned when I saw the name on the screen. It was one of my top executives. I didn’t like calls at odd hours. They never came with good news.“Tristan,” he said the moment I picked up. His voice was shaky, rushed. “There’s been an explosion at the plant. Ten people are gone. Dead. More injured. The news is already out.”For a second, I thought I heard wrong. My hand froze around the phone.“What did you just say?” My voice came out hard.“Ten people are dea

Chapter 186 Tristan’s POVThe morning light streamed weakly through the curtains, but I barely noticed. My head was pounding with numbers, meetings, and faces of men I no longer trusted. Ever since the disaster at the company, nothing felt secure anymore. Ten lives gone and the weight of it pressed on me every time I walked into that building. The media was still tearing me apart, the shareholders were restless, and my father’s voice on the phone last night was more of a roar than a conversation.And yet, none of that compared to what was happening inside my own house.Brianne. Sometimes, I would wonder where all things went wrong. She wasn't like this before, and her brother must be really disappointed in her too.I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, watching Avia brush her hair in front of the mirror. She was glowing in a way that made my chest ache, even after everything. She carried herself with quiet strength, her hand absently stroking her stomach as

Chapter 188Tristan’s POVThe boardroom was colder than I remembered. The walls gleamed with polished wood, and the long table at the center looked more like a battlefield than a place to discuss business. I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me the moment I stepped in, and it wasn’t just expectations, they were waiting, watching, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of weakness.I took a deep breath and straightened my suit jacket. My hands were tight at my sides, but I forced myself to relax. The room was silent except for the subtle shuffling of papers and the occasional clearing of a throat. The shareholders were already seated, their faces sharp, expressions unreadable. But I could feel the undercurrent—distrust, impatience, and a hunger for change.“This emergency meeting has been called for a reason,” I began, my voice steady, carrying the weight I needed it to. “As you all know, the recent events at the company were tragic. Ten lives were lost, and I understand the

Chapter 190.Tristan’s POVI had just stepped into the house, expecting the quiet comfort of home. Avia was usually in the kitchen by now, humming, maybe putting some food together. But today, it was different.Brianne wasn’t in her usual spot. The house was too silent, too empty.Something didn’t feel right.I called out softly. “Avia?”No answer.I checked the living room, the kitchen. Nothing. My heart started to beat faster. Brianne… she was supposed to be here, too. She’d been acting strange earlier, but I’d dismissed it.I grabbed my phone and checked the tracker I’d planted on her bag weeks ago. The small device I had insisted on adding—just a precaution—now suddenly felt like the most important thing I’d ever installed.The screen showed movement.A car.And then a voice.It was faint at first, distorted, but unmistakable.“Tristan… help… they’re here…” Avia’s voice. Terrified.My chest froze. My hands shook. I gripped the phone tighter. The voice recorder had captured her eve