All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Leah’s POVIt’s strange how something can shift quietly without anyone noticing. One minute, the world feels like a tightrope and the next… It's a very solid bridge, Solid, Walkable. Though still scary, yes, but it is not impossible.That’s what the week felt like.Alexander didn’t push, He didn’t ask for more. He didn’t flood my phone with messages or try to define what we were. He just… showed up, Steadily, Predictable. Present.He brought me coffee every morning, Sometimes with a note folded beneath the cup.You’ve got this.Today looks good on you.Still here.Ohh you look beautiful today.Each one made something inside me unclench, it kept me smiling like a fool in love.I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together until someone gave me permission to exhale.Until I was shown that love still exists and it can be a slow burn love.---We started working together again—quiet lunches in the staff garden, brainstorms that led to laughter, late nights in the office

Leah’s POVThe first time I slept in on a Saturday in months, it wasn’t because I was tired.It was because I was at peace, at peace with myself.My apartment felt warmer somehow. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. It was like the kiss from last night had seeped into the walls, humming softly in every corner of my space. My plants look greener, the tea tasted sweeter, and the morning light didn’t feel like something I had to brace myself against.I wrapped myself in a soft robe, shuffled barefoot into the kitchen, and reached for the jar of local honey Alexander had given me from the community market last week.He remembered I preferred it in my tea, not coffee.He remembered everything.As the kettle whistled, I reached for my phone. One message sat waiting.Alexander: “Morning, sunshine. Hope you slept like the princess that you are? I slept like a baby too. I’ll be at the art fair today if you feel like wandering into a perfect Saturday.”I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.But

Leah’s POVMonday came too quickly, I wish the weekend wasn't over. I'd have spent more time with my babe.The weekend had a softness to it that clung to my skin even as I stepped back into the structured lines of office life. My blouse was neatly tucked, my shoes professional, my hair pulled into a low bun—but nothing could pull me back fully into the version of myself I used to be. Not after that weekend, Not after him inside of me.The moment I sat at my desk, reality hit. My inbox was stacked, my calendar looked like a battlefield, and my assistant had left two post-its marked “urgent” on my desk. But none of it could erase the warm flicker still burning in my chest.I tried to focus, I really did, I read over reports, responded to emails, approved proposals. But every few minutes, I found myself smiling at nothing. Thinking of Alexander’s sleep-heavy voice whispering “good morning” against my shoulder. The way he’d helped me flip pancakes in his boxers. How we had sat on the

Alexander’s POVIf someone had told me a year ago that I’d be walking into my mother’s house with a woman like Leah beside me—someone I loved, someone I trusted—I might’ve laughed in disbelief. Or more likely, I’d have shrugged it off with that same empty smirk I used to wear like armor.But here I was, fingers laced with hers as we stepped out of the car again, this time for a quiet Sunday lunch that felt like a new beginning.Beatrice had insisted. After Leah met her the first time, she called me three times that week just to say how much she liked her. “She sees you,” she’d said. “Really sees you. And I think she might just be the best thing that ever happened to you, so please don't starve me from seeing my daughter in-law.”And I couldn’t argue with that. Beatrice can really be a baby sometimes.Leah wore a soft blue wrap dress, the kind that floated when she walked. Her curls were pulled into a loose bun, a few tendrils slipping free to frame her face. She looked calm on the o

Alexander’s POVI’d never been this scared and clueless in my entire life.Not when Naomi almost bled out on the delivery table, not when Raymond nearly collapsed during that company scandal. Not even when I faced my father’s cold disappointment years ago.But seeing Leah broken… quiet… shaking in my arms—that terrified me in a way I didn’t know was possible.That night, I didn’t sleep. I just layed on the floor beside her bed in Naomi and Raymond’s guest room, just listening to her breath. Making sure she was still with me. Every few minutes, I sat up and checked her face, gently brushing away strands of hair. She didn’t stir.I’d failed her, I couldn't even protect the woman I love, I let her face all this alone.And the guilt was eating me alive.Just before dawn, I slipped out to make a call. I had taken her number from Leah's phone.“Hello?” a groggy voice answered.“Hi, this is Alexander, Leah’s boyfriend, I'm sorry I'm calling you by this time.”Her best friend was instantly al