All Chapters of Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Flora’s POVFor a long, brittle moment, no one spoke. The sound of the heart monitor was the only thing keeping the silence from swallowing us whole.When I turned toward the doorway, my breath hitched.Margaret.My sister.She stood there, framed by the pale light of the hallway, her face drawn and colorless, her shoulders stooped like she carried the weight of years she never meant to bear. The air grew tight, tense… Alex’s entire body stiffened beside me.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hands curl into fists. His jaw clenched hard enough to make the veins on his neck stand out.He started to rise, fury flashing across his face like lightning. But before he could take a single step, I reached out and pressed my trembling hand over his.His head whipped toward me, eyes wide, confused.I shook my head slowly. Not now, Alex. Please.The message seemed to reach him. He froze, still as stone, though I could feel his heart pounding through his wrist under my palm. My poor boy… he h

Anna’s POVThe morning light streamed softly through the half-drawn curtains, spilling across the tiled floor in long, honeyed streaks. I hummed without realizing it, the tune light and aimless as I stirred the sauce bubbling on the stove. The kitchen smelled like basil and roasted garlic—comforting, homely, alive.My hands moved in rhythm—chop, stir, taste, smile. The scent clung to my fingers, warm and familiar, reminding me how long it had been since peace felt this easy. Nanny Flora was with Mrs. Quinn today, which meant it was just Alex and me in the house. For once, it was quiet in a good way.The small swell of my stomach curved against my shirt as I leaned forward to check the oven. My bump wasn’t large yet, just enough to draw attention when I stood in front of the mirror, but it was there—real, undeniable, growing. I smiled at it unconsciously, at the little flutter I swore I felt sometimes.The thought made me sigh, content, just as two strong arms slid quietly around my wa

Anna’s POV“…now onto the Theories of Demand and Supply, these are a necessary hints to know before venturing into the labour market…” the lecturer’s voice faded into the background, muffled by the shuffle of closing notebooks and scraping chairs.For a moment, I just sat there, staring blankly at the board, realizing I hadn’t written a single word. The truth was… his voice had been fading for weeks now. Everything had.Three weeks. That was how long it had been since I’d last seen Sammy.At first, I told myself he was busy, he could be having a family crisis i didn’t know of or maybe even sick. But each day bled into the next, and the silence kept growing, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. His seat next to me in class stayed empty. His name wasn’t called during attendance. And whenever I glanced toward the rink during breaks, all I saw was the ghost of his laughter echoing in my memory.Sammy had vanished without a trace. Completely.By the second week, I stopp

Anna’s POVBy the time I got home, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. It was already getting dark, My clothes clung to my skin, and my shoes squelched against the floor as I stepped inside. The air in the house was warm, but my body couldn’t feel it. I was numb… cold in a way that went beyond skin and bone.Alex looked up from the couch the moment I entered. His eyes widened. “Anna? What happened to you? You’re soaked! Why didn’t you call me to pick you”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat felt tight, words caught somewhere between the ache in my chest and the storm still raging inside me. I just shook my head and walked past him, leaving small puddles on the tiled floor.“Anna…” he called after me, his voice following, sharp with concern. “Hey, talk to me. Where were you? Did something happen?”But I was already halfway up the stairs, I kept going until I reached our room and stormed into it, I could hear Alex’s feet behind me but I didn’t need him burdening me with so many questio

Anna’s POV“Tidy your works, please.”The supervising lecturer’s voice rang across the hall, snapping the quiet hum of pens scratching against paper. My heart gave a small jolt… the kind that came with the end of something long and exhausting.I blinked down at my answer sheet, staring at the last line I’d written. My handwriting looked uneven, almost tired. My brain was foggy, my fingers stiff, but I managed a small breath of relief. It’s done.Fortunately this was the last paper.I ran my eyes over the pages again, not because I thought I’d missed something, but because I needed a moment before finally letting go. These exams had drained every ounce of me. I could barely remember the first question I answered, but right now it didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was finally over.My first year of College had been successful.As I gathered my things, my gaze shifted across the hall… to the back row. Sammy’s seat sat empty.A strange silence settled inside me. Not guilt. Not long