Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Anna’s POVThe clang of metal jolted down the corridor, followed by the sharp bang of the warden’s club against each cell gate.“Lunch time! Move!”I heard it… vaguely.But my body didn’t respond at first. I was half-asleep, the stiffness in my neck reminding me I hadn’t slept properly in over a week. It wasn’t until a gentle nudge came from the bunk below that my eyes forced themselves open.“Anna,” Mari whispered… one of the only women I’d grown close to in this nightmare. “Come on. Wake up, If we go late, the line will be hell.”I pushed myself upright, still groggy, rubbing my eyes. “Okay, fine I’m up,” I muttered, though I wasn’t entirely.We filed out with the other inmates, shuffling down the hallway in the usual slow, dragging line. The cafeteria was already buzzing with noise, metal trays clattering, officers shouting for order. Standing in line was always exhausting, but hunger had its own force. I held my tray tight and waited my turn, ignoring the ache in my legs.At last,

Alex’s POVThe moment the call ended, I didn’t even feel myself move. One second I was sitting on the floor beside Nolan, bricks scattered around us, and the next… I was on my feet, heart hammering so violently my vision blurred.Nolan blinked up at me. “Daddy?”I crouched fast and kissed his forehead. “Stay with Kayla, okay? I’ll be back soon.”“Is Mommy sick again?”The crack in his voice almost shattered me, but I forced a smile. “I’ll fix it. I promise.”I got up and practically flew down the stairs. Kayla was coming out of the kitchen when she heard the commotion.“What’s wrong?” she asked urgently.“Anna was rushed to the hospital.” My voice was sharp, choked. “Please… watch Nolan.”“Of course,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Go. Drive safe.”Drive safe.If only she knew the kind of storm clawing at me.I nodded once and bolted outside.Once in the car, I was already dialing Collins before I even started the engine.He picked up on the second ring. “Alex?”“Meet me at St. Matthew’s

Kristoff’s POVMrs. Quinn didn’t sit.That was the first thing I noticed.She stood there, arms folded, her back straight, her presence filling the room like a wall I hadn’t planned for. Not a scream. Not a demand. Just quiet, measured scrutiny. The most dangerous kind.I smiled anyway.It was instinct at this point…smile when cornered, smile when blood is in the water. Smile until the other person forgets they should be afraid.“I’m surprised to see you here,” I said lightly. “I assumed you were still in Zurich.”Her eyes flicked to the folder on the table, then to the pen in her husband’s hand.“Clearly assumptions aren’t your strength,” she replied.I exhaled softly, as though amused. Inside, my mind was tearing itself apart, recalibrating timelines, exits, leverage. Think. Control the narrative.“Mr. Quinn asked for my help,” I said, turning slightly toward him, offering him the lifeline. “I’m merely advising him on how to protect the company from hostile interests.”She laughed.

Mrs. Quinn’s POVI stood where I was long after Kristoff’s car disappeared from the hospital driveway.The wind brushed past me, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling beneath my skin. I watched the empty road, my nails digging into my palm as one truth settled heavily in my chest.Kristoff Hale was up to something.I had sensed it the moment he walked out of my husband’s room with that file tucked so confidently under his arm. Too calm. Too prepared. And that nurse…there was no way she had just happened to be there.I had thought Kristoff would be manageable. Another ambitious man dazzled by power, easily guided as long as he felt included. We had given him access, protection, even influence. In return, he was supposed to help us deal with Anna.Not turn the game around on us.I exhaled slowly and turned back toward the hospital. If Kristoff was making moves, then I needed answers…fast. And the first person who could give them to me was that nurse.Inside, I headed straight for

Kristoff’s POVWe stared at each other.No shouting. No movement. Just silence stretching thin between us like a wire pulled too tight.Rissa’s eyes were open now…fully awake, fully aware and what stared back at me wasn’t fear. Not yet.It was hate.Pure, unfiltered hatred burned where love once lived. I recognized it instantly, not because I’d seen it before, but because I’d spent my entire life provoking it. From men who thought they were stronger. From women who thought they were smarter. From people who realized too late that they had underestimated me.Rissa’s hatred should have moved something in me.It didn’t.She lay restrained on the bed, one wrist cuffed to the metal rail, the other free but useless. A thin bandage wrapped her head where the vase had connected. Dried blood darkened the edge of the gauze. Her breathing was shallow, controlled…she was trying not to give me the satisfaction of panic.I admired that.I stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until I stood beside th