บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Anna’s POVThe restaurant was glowing with golden light and laughter. Rissa was busy snapping photos, Nolan kept making silly faces behind her, and Alex sat beside me, his hand warm against my knee. The table was covered with half-eaten plates, glasses of juice, and a little cupcake that said Congratulations, Grad! in uneven frosting.It should’ve been a perfect evening.But all I could hear was the ticking clock behind the counter.5:42 p.m.My heart had been restless since we sat down. I laughed when they laughed, nodded when they talked, but my mind wasn’t there. Every second that passed felt heavier. That note in my bag was all I could think about. Meet me at the rink by 6 p.m.I caught Alex watching me. He’d noticed the way I kept fidgeting.“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.I blinked, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… tired.”His hand brushed over mine. “You’ve been through a lot this week. We can go home, if you want.”My heart jumped. I wasn’t ready to go home… not y

Alex’s POVI heard it faintly at first… it sounded like a whisper that brushed through my half-asleep mind.“Alex…”My brow furrowed as I turned over, half-awake. Maybe it was just my subconscious again, calling her name in my dreams the way it always did when I couldn’t sleep. But then.. I heard the undeniable sound.A Thud.A sharp, heavy sound. The kind that makes your heart stop mid-beat.My eyes shot open. The space beside me on the bed was cold. Empty, my eyes caught the dresser amidst the darkroom. Her laptop stood lit up and I wondered why.“Anna?” I called, sitting up. No answer. My heart began to hammer. I pushed the blanket aside and turned on the bedside lamp. The glow hit the edge of the dresser and that’s when I saw her.She was on the floor.“Anna!”I jumped out of bed, rushing to her side. My knees hit the floor so hard I didn’t feel it. She was lying on her side, her hair spilling around her face like a dark veil, her nightwear soaked… soaked… in red.My chest locked

Anna’s POVI didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until Alex stepped between me and the officers. His body blocked their view of me completely, his tone sharp, low, and deadly calm.“You can’t take her anywhere,” he said, his hand slightly raised in defense. “She’s still recovering, and you have no evidence. You think I’m letting you drag my wife out of a hospital bed based on a rumor?”The taller officer didn’t flinch. He pulled a folded paper from his jacket and held it out. “We have a warrant, Mr. Quinn. And we do have evidence.”Alex snatched the paper, his jaw tightening as he read through it. His knuckles turned white around the edges. “What evidence?” he asked through clenched teeth.The officer’s eyes flicked briefly to me. “Her skin cell DNA was found under the victim’s fingernails. Her footprints were recorded at the scene. And phone logs show she was the last person Mr. Samuel Grant contacted before his death.”I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs.“What?” I whi

Anna’s POVVoices.Sharp. Loud. Angry.They dragged me back from the darkness like cold hands pulling me upward through water.My eyes fluttered open, heavy and blurry, and the first thing I heard… really heard…was Alex.His voice wasn’t calm or controlled like earlier. It was raw. Wild. Furious.“If you touch her again, I swear I’ll make sure you lose your badge, your job, and everything you own!” he snapped.His chest was heaving. His hands were balled into fists. He stood in front of the officer like a wall.The officer didn’t flinch.“I am doing my job, Mr. Quinn,” he replied, voice flat. “Whether you like it or not, she is under arrest.”Then his gaze shifted and landed on me.Cold. Empty. Final.He walked toward the bed, and panic shot through me so fast my breath caught.“There, she's awake now, you cannot should ger anymore..” he said coldly“No… please—” I whispered, my voice breaking.But he didn’t stop.When he reached my bedside, he pulled out a silver cuff from his belt.

Alex’s POVThe silence spoke louder than any words ever spokenI couldn’t help but wonder.Why was my life always chaotic?This silence felt heavy… tensed and sharp enough that breathing felt like walking barefoot over broken glass.Everyone sat in my living room. The air smelled faintly of strong coffee and stress. Papers, phones, printed reports… they were scattered across the coffee table like discarded weapons after a failed war.My father sat nearest to me, elbows on his knees, staring at his phone like he expected it to bleed answers. Aunt Flora sat beside him, hands clasped in prayer even though her lips didn’t move. She just stared ahead, eyes distant, exhausted.Rissa paced.Fast. Sharp. Messy steps like she couldn’t stand still or the truth would swallow her whole.My mother sat stiff on the farthest couch… legs crossed, expression tight and emotionless. Watching. Judging. Pretending she wasn’t enjoying the chaos crackling through the house.I leaned forward, hands rubbing