Lahat ng Kabanata ng Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Alexander I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as the latest audio file played through my headset. The sound of Susanna’s voice filled my ears; agitated, and unmistakably bitter.“…and what does he expect me to do? Just sit around and wait for his scraps like some obedient little wife?”Daniel, seated across from me with a pair of headphones on, was listening to a different recording, but if I were a betting man, I’d stake all my shares on the fact we would give each other similar feedback. This was yet another complaint about her ‘miserable existence’. The audio files Abigail had sent were neatly organized, each one labeled with a date and time. There were nearly a hundred hours in total. So far, between Daniel and me, we had managed to get through thirty-on

Abigail The warm water from my shower had done wonders to ease the tension in my shoulders, and as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fresh towel, I felt lighter than I had since I had seen Conrad earlier. Maybe it was the satisfaction of standing up to Conrad, or maybe it was simply the small joys of single hood. After changing into a comfortable set of pajamas, I settled on my bed with a warm plate of food. I wasn’t even that hungry, but something about the simple act of eating a meal with no interruptiosn felt like an indulgence. I propped my phone up against a pillow, letting the familiar voices of a series play in the background as I dug into my meal. I had already seen this show before, so I wasn’t paying much attention, my mind preoccupied with my food and the occasional thought of work that flitted through my mind. Then, a name caught my ear. Genesis. I blinked, my fork pausing midair. It was strange how the name sent a ripple through my thoughts but then something

AbigailI struggled, twisting and jerking in Liam’s grip, but he wouldn’t let go. “Liam—stop! Let me go!” I gasped, wrenching my arms, but his hold was as strong as stone. He was avoiding my gaze, his jaw clenched tight.He knew this was wrong. I could see it in the tension lining his body, in the way his fingers trembled against my arms. But he still held me there. A sharp pain of betrayal tore through my chest, so raw and unexpected that for a moment, it was worse than my fear.Liam, the brother I had grown up protecting, the boy I had loved despite all his flaws, had just handed me over. Like I was nothing.Like I was disposable.“Liam,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Why?”Still, he wouldn’t look at me. “I’m sorry, Bee,” he said quietly. “I didn’t have a choice.”“You always have a choice!” I shouted, my voice rising in panic. I struggled against him, shouting for help, but no one came. The hospital was busy, the staff likely preoccupied elsewhere, and this part of the floor was

AbigailThe room they took me to was cold and sterile, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made you feel small and helpless. I barely registered the nurses and doctors who hovered around me, their faces obscured by my tears and the blinding white fluorescent light overhead. My body felt heavy and numb, like I wasn’t really in it anymore.I was crying, I knew that because I could hear the sound of my own broken sobs echoing in the quiet room. “Please,” I begged, over and over again. “Please don’t leave me. Please, baby, stay with me. Please…”The words tumbled out of me like a mantra, a desperate prayer to a God I wasn’t even sure could make out what I was saying. They didn’t respond to me, the nurses and the doctor. They just worked, their hands efficient and detached as they stripped me of my clothes and began their checks. I flinched at the cold touch of gloved hands on my skin, but I didn’t fight them. What would have been the point? The battle was already lost. My han

Abigail Conrad stood tall as he said those words. “No!” I said firmly. “That's a lie! I'm perfectly sane, and I refuse to give any blood. ” His eyes narrowed, and then, with the ease of someone accustomed to having his way, he turned to the nurses in the room and said the words that sent my stomach plummeting. “I should have mentioned this sooner,” he said, shaking his head as though he were disappointed but unsurprised. “My wife has been… unwell. Mentally unstable. She was receiving treatment, but she stopped taking her medication.” He looked at the nurse closest to him, his voice rational. “She’s not capable of making sound decisions right now.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” My voice rose, cutting through the room. “Feel free to check my public medical records. My family doesn't even have a history of insanity." One of the nurses hesitated, glancing at me with uncertainty. “She seems lucid,” she murmured, shifting uncomfortably. Conrad’s expression darkened, and he let ou