บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Annalyn’s POVNolan’s soft breaths brushed against my neck as I carried him inside the beach house, his small frame limp from exhaustion. His mini fists were still curled from when he cried himself to sleep after that fight.The silence was deafening.Behind me, Alex walked in, pressing a pack of ice to his swollen lips, his steps steady but tired. Clarissa trailed beside him, holding Kristoff up as he nursed his own busted mouth. The only thing more bruised than their faces was probably their pride.I didn’t speak. Actually no one did.The house practically hummed with leftover tension from the beach.I broke the silence “Will take Nolan to his room”I climbed the stairs without waiting for a response from any of them, I laid Nolan gently onto his soft bed as soon as we got to his room, brushing his curls away from his forehead. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I heaved a sigh of relief and kissed his cheek, whispered, “You’re safe now, baby, Im sorry you had to witness that” I

Alex’s POV Annalyn stormed off so fast, I barely had time to react. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles ached, but I stood rooted to the floor, my jaw ticking with restrained fury. I wanted to follow her. Every cell in my body screamed at me to chase after her, hold her, protect her but I knew better. She needed air. Space. Time to cool off. Still, rage boiled in my veins as I turned to Kristoff, who was still wiping the blood from his face like some damn victim. I spat the words through clenched teeth. “The next time something like this happens… you won’t believe what I’m capable of doing to you.” His glare didn’t faze me. I spun on my heel and left, ignoring Clarissa’s voice yelling after me. The living room was empty. Quiet, except for the storm building inside me and the hurricane already raging in my chest. My eyes landed on a bottle of whiskey resting on the counter. Perfect!. I grabbed it, unscrewed the cap, and filled a glass to the brim, no measured pour, n

Alex’s POV “I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, but the lie wrapped around my throat like a vice. Her eyes didn’t match her words, the way they darted away from mine instantly, the small tremor in her lips. She wasn’t fine. Especially after what happened last night. Not after I kissed her… not after I almost lost her. Before I could say a word, Annalyn cleared her throat, her gaze flickering towards Nolan like a lifeline. “I should… I should check on something.” Her voice cracked slightly, and she didn’t wait for my response. She left. I wanted to stop her, that would mean forcing a conversation I wasn’t ready to have… but fear anchored me down. Not fear of her, fear of what I was becoming, Fear from what I felt when I was around her. Of these twisted, uncontrollable feelings that tangled themselves around my chest every time I looked at her. The door clicked shut behind her, and I was alone with Nolan, who had curled into my side, his small arms wrapping around my torso. He s

Alex’s POV“You know what? You’re right!”She snapped, her voice cutting through the air.“I did want to use Mr. Quinn to make you jealous. I did want to use Nolan too. I thought you’d finally see how much you’ve missed… But…”The door creaked as I had accidentally let go of it.Her voice stopped.Our eyes locked.And in that split second, everything changed.The boldness drained from her face.Shock hit first.Then horror.Then a glimpse of guilt shot through.Her lips parted. “Alex…”I didn’t wait.I turned and bolted.“Alex!”“Mr. Quinn!”Her voice chased me, but I shut it out.As I stormed through the hall, I barely registered my sister stepping out of the kitchen, a towel in her hand. She was mid-sentence. “Are they back?” she asked but I was already past her and sprinting up the stairs.My feet thundered like gunshots on the wood.I shoved my door open, slammed it behind me, and twisted the lock hard.Then I exploded.I stormed to the dresser and swiped everything off in one vio

Alex’s POVThe sky outside was still a dull shade of early morning gray. No sunlight. No warmth. Just the eerie silence that made the coldness inside my chest throb harder.I was already halfway through packing. My shirts were folded in rigid, calculated lines. Nolan’s clothes were laid out with the same discipline. Every action was deliberate… anything to drown out the heaviness clawing inside my gut.Then came the knock.Soft. Careful.I froze.Maybe it was her. Maybe Annalyn had come to beg again. Maybe she’d throw herself at my feet or start crying like she did last night. But then—“Alex, it’s Rissa. Can I come in?”Damn.I exhaled slowly, setting the shirt I held aside. I walked to the door, twisted the lock, and turned back toward the suitcase without a word. She stepped in. The door clicked shut behind her.I could feel her eyes on me… worried, gentle, probing. Still, I said nothing. I kept folding. Packing. Focusing on the sound of the zipper teeth aligning.“Lexy…” her voice