Semua Bab DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Bab 351 - Bab 360

MARCUSI wasn’t paying attention to the logic in my head, just staring at him, watching. He kept talking, knowing he had my attention, knowing he had my interest, but I was thinking of something else entirely. I wasn’t hearing a word he said.He kept passing page after page, and I kept looking at them, at the graphs. But all I saw was a graph. I didn’t understand what I was looking at. I didn’t try to understand. I didn’t try to read it. Because whatever he thought was going to happen here today, he had made a huge miscalculation.“So, what do you say?” he finally asked.It felt like years had passed. Felt like I’d been there the whole day. He looked at me with that bright, self-satisfied smile, seeming to know he’d won. And I just watched him, wondering if he was really my father, wondering if there was something my mother had failed to tell me about him.Because I knew he loved Ryan....then why couldn’t he love me too? I was his blood too. Even now, when Ryan was gone, why was he on

MARCUS“I haven’t even blamed you for Ryan’s death. But you… You deserve it. For inviting him to that sham of a wedding. And now you think you can just walk out on me?”He gritted his teeth. His eyes burned, sharp, unrelenting. And for the first time, I saw the raw, unfiltered force of a man who had built himself by taking, by surviving...and now, he was staring me down, expecting me to bend.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room felt too small. Too tight. Like the air had thickened between us.I stared at him. At the man who was supposed to be my father. At the man who was crying one second… and manipulating the next. And suddenly..Something in me went still.Not angry. Not confused. Just… clear.“You’re done?” I asked quietly.He blinked, caught off guard by the calm in my voice.“What?” he asked.“I asked if you’re done,” I repeated, just as calm. “Because I think I’ve heard enough.”His face hardened slightly.“That’s your response?” he said. “After everything I’ve done for

MARCUSBefore I could stop myself… I moved closer. Quietly. Listening.“You promised to help me,” Mr Bennett said in frustration.“Not like this,” Nadia replied, her voice strained. “You don’t understand..... I can’t tell Marcus what to do or what to feel. I only gave you an opening so you could talk to him. If he agrees with your proposal, it has nothing to do with me.”His tone turned sharp.“Do not talk to me like that, woman.”A pause.“Did you forget what I have?” he added. "What I hold against you...?"My body stilled. Holding against her?“Do you want me to tell him the truth?” he continued.Something inside me tightened... The truth.And the him they were talking about… must be me.My mind started racing. What truth? What could Nadia possibly be hiding from me? What the hell was going on?Nadia started crying and Mr Bennett… Didn’t even react to her tears. Didn’t soften or seem to care.“I don’t care what you do,” he said coldly. “But I will be back. And when I come back, he'd

MARCUSSilence.Nadia nodded, her head bowing lower, her shoulders trembling. We stayed like that for a moment, just silence sitting between us like something heavy neither of us could move.Then I asked again.“Why did you let him back?” I said. “Why, when he showed up again… why did you let him in?”“I…” Her voice cracked. “He told me he wanted to make things right. He said he wanted to save you.”I didn’t react.“He said he was ready to give his blood to save you,” she continued. “And you needed it. You needed him, Marcus. I couldn’t be selfish. I couldn’t let you die because of what I felt.”I clenched my jaw.She swallowed, “I thought I was keeping a promise. Your mother's promise.”I frowned.“My mother’s promise?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”She wiped her face quickly, trying to steady herself.“Your mother made me promise to make things better between the two of you,” she said.That stopped me.“She thought he left because of her,” Nadia continued softly. “She carri

MONIQUE Maybe this… this would help. With everything going on between Marcus and Nadia, maybe having Aunt Jane here would soften things. Maybe she could help steady the house. Help him not spiral too deeply into everything that had just been thrown at him.We needed that.He needed that.“Do you mind if we join you?” Aunt Jane asked, her tone gentle.“Of course not,” I said quickly.I moved around the kitchen, plating more food, serving them breakfast, and making sure everything was set. It felt… normal. Almost too normal for everything we had just been through, but maybe that was exactly what we needed.We all sat down together at the table And slowly… the tension began to ease. Aunt Jane probably felt the tension and started talking, telling a story from my childhood. Something small, light and funny.And for the first time since everything had happened..... Marcus laughed. A real laugh. Not forced. Not empty. And it did something to me. It loosened something tight in my chest that