บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Rissa’s POV By the time I pulled up outside the bar, my nerves were already humming. It was one of those places that looked warm even from the outside…low golden lights spilling through wide glass windows, soft music drifting faintly into the night air. The kind of place people came to unwind, not unravel. I sat in the car for a moment, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, staring at the entrance. You can still leave, a small voice whispered. But I didn’t. I grabbed my purse, stepped out, and walked in. The scent hit me first…citrus, aged wood, something smoky. Then the sound of laughter, glasses clinking, low conversations overlapping. It was alive in here, pulsing, normal. A sharp contrast to the storm in my chest. “Rissa.” I turned. Theo was already standing, tall and impossibly composed in dark jeans and a crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He smiled when he saw me—not rushed, not predatory. Just… easy. “Hi,” I said, suddenly aware of my posture, my

Anna’s POV The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, but I was already wide awake. My eyelids fluttered open to the soft golden light seeping through the curtains. It was 6 a.m… early even for me but I wanted our last day here to be unforgettable. I slipped out of bed carefully, letting the cool wooden floorboards kiss my bare feet. The room smelled faintly of sunscreen from the past days, mixed with the soft lavender of the House diffuser. I took a deep breath, feeling the calm before the day’s adventure, and started getting ready. My outfit was simple yet cheerful: a sunflower-yellow sundress that brushed my knees, my hair pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder. As I tiptoed toward Nolan’s room, a sleepy voice called out from the partially open door. “Mommy?” I froze, my heart melting. The door creaked just slightly as I leaned in and peeked through the crack. Nolan’s wide, sleepy eyes stared up at me, still half-drenched in dreams. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I cooed

Anna’s POV The cabin looked different once we started tidying it up. Not empty… just quieter. Like it knew we were leaving. I folded the last towel while Alex zipped up one of the suitcases, Nolan sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him, lining up his toy cars with military seriousness. “Blue one goes first,” Nolan declared. Alex smiled. “Always.” I leaned against the doorway for a moment, watching them, my chest tightening in that soft, aching way it always did when I realized how much I loved this… them. The vacation had been everything I didn’t know I needed. Peace. Laughter. A version of us untouched by fear. Or at least… less touched. “Mommy,” Nolan looked up at me, eyes bright. “Can we come back again?” I smiled and crouched beside him, brushing sand from his curls. “Of course. Anytime you want.” Alex met my gaze over Nolan’s head, his eyes saying something deeper. We’ll make more moments like this. I promise. When everything was finally packed, we lock

Anna’s POV I didn’t knock. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t slow down. The moment the elevator doors slid open on Mrs. Quinn’s floor, I stormed out like a woman possessed. The receptionist barely had time to look up before I was already past her desk. “Mrs. Quinn is in a meeting…” I didn’t stop. My hands were shaking. My chest was tight. My ears rang with the sound of Kristoff’s voice, the recording, the truth I could no longer unhear. I pushed the office door open hard. It banged against the wall. Mrs. Quinn looked up in shock. And Alex was there. Standing beside her desk. For half a second, my heart stuttered. But it was too late to turn back now. “Anna?” Alex said, confused. “What’s going on?” I couldn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. Mrs. Quinn stood slowly. “Anna… what is this? Why are you here like this?” My laugh came out broken. “Why am I here?” I repeated. “You really want to ask me that?” Alex stepped closer to me. “Baby, talk to me. You’re shaki

Mrs. Quinn’s POVI didn’t remember the drive home.Only the ache in my hands from gripping the steering wheel too tight.Only the hollow feeling in my chest, like something vital had been scooped out and left bleeding.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the sky was already darkening. The mansion lights glowed warmly, mockingly, like everything inside was still normal.Normal.What a lie.I stepped out of the car slowly, my body heavy, my bones tired. Every step toward the front door felt like a walk toward judgment.The door opened.Rissa and Flora were in the living room.They both looked up at the same time.And immediately, I saw it on their faces.They knew.They could see it on me.“Margaret?” Flora said softly, standing. “What’s wrong?”Rissa was already on her feet, brows knitted in concern. “Mum, you look—”I dropped my bag on the table.The sound was sharp.Final.I tried to speak.Nothing came out.My throat closed.The pressure in my chest surged and suddenly, I couldn