บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Annalyn’s POVI sat on the cold hospital bench, head bowed, one hand over my forehead as my thoughts spiraled in painful loops. Was any of this even worth it? The slap still tingled on my cheek, but the sting ran deeper than skin. Shame. Helplessness. Rage. They all churned inside me. The hallway was quiet, but my heart pounded like war drums in my chest.The door creaked.I lifted my head quickly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. Clarissa stepped out.I shot to my feet immediately, unsure if I should say something, run, or just disappear altogether.But then… she smiled. A full, open, sincere smile as she walked toward me. She gestured toward the bench, and I sat slowly. She joined me, not saying anything at first… just sitting close enough for comfort but far enough to not smother me.“I’m really sorry for what happened earlier,” she said softly. “About my mother. That slap… she had no right.”I shook my head, eyes low. “No… I understand. No mother would be calm seeing her s

Alex’s POVFor the first time in weeks, I woke up without the weight of regret suffocating me. No rage clawing at my chest. No ghosts of decisions past rattling the walls of my mind. Just the quiet hum of hospital monitors and the faint scent of disinfectant. Peace which still felt fragile though, but present.Last night had moved something in me. Sitting on that rooftop with Annalyn under a sky full of stars, sharing casual talks void of tension and buried deep in healing silences, had felt like unlocking a part of myself I’d forgotten existed. Vulnerability had never been my comfort zone, but with her, I didn’t feel exposed. I felt seen.Now, sunlight spilled through the blinds as Annalyn moved around the room, folding the last of my clothes into a duffel. I watched her in silence, memorizing the ease of her movements, the calm on her face. She didn’t know I was watching or maybe she did and didn’t mind anymore.She turned, brushing her hands against her thighs. “We’re all set, sir

Annalyn’s POVNolan’s soft breathing evened out as I tucked the blanket around his tiny shoulders. I sat on the edge of his bed, running my hand gently over his hair. My mind was a mess… Alex, that kiss, that woman but for this boy, I needed to hold myself together.“Mummy?”His voice pulled me back. I smiled, pushing the chaos in my chest down. “Yes, baby?”Nolan sat up halfway, rubbing his eyes. “Why is Grandma always being a meanie?”A soft laugh escaped me despite the knot in my throat. “Meanie? That’s a harsh word to use on Grandma, don’t you think?”But Nolan’s little nose scrunched up. “But she is.”I cupped his warm cheeks, forcing myself to stay calm for him. “You know, Grandma’s just… not happy with Mummy because Mummy put Daddy in a bad condition.”His brows furrowed. “Really?”“Yes.” I smiled sadly. “If Nolan was in trouble because of Daddy, Grandma would be angry at Daddy too, because she loves you so much. That’s how she feels about Daddy… and me. Okay?”He nodded slowly

Alex’s POVThe old albums were scattered across the living room floor like pieces of a life I didn’t know how to handle anymore. Nolan sat cross-legged on the carpet, fingers flipping through plastic-sleeved pages while he made running commentary about his baby photos.“You look like a potato here,” I teased, pointing to one where his cheeks were so round they practically swallowed his eyes.“Daddy, that’s mean!” Nolan giggled but kept flipping. Then he froze at one page.. I looked to see it was a photo of me, Trina, and him when he was barely one year old.I paused.. had he realized that Annalyn and Trina ain't the same person even though they looked alike?I adjusted myself and asked “Nolly? Something wrong?” “I look so small in this photo…” he said softly, fingers tracing his infant self. I exhaled.. that’s better.His eyes lifted to mine, wide with innocence and something that tugged at me harder than I liked. “Daddy, let’s take a new one. Nolan is big now. He needs his big boy

Annalyn’s POVBreakfast felt… different. Especially after last nights kissNolan sat between us, swinging his little legs off his high chair as he buttered his toast, blissfully unaware of how stiff the air felt. Or maybe he wasn’t completely unaware, because he suddenly looked up from his plate and squinted at both of us.“Why are you and Daddy smiling so weird?” he asked, chewing slowly as if he were watching some mystery unfold.My hand froze halfway to my cup of tea. Across the table, Alex choked on his coffee, clearing his throat with a quick, “Eat your breakfast, baby.”Nolan gave him a puzzled look, then turned that same suspicious gaze on me. “You too, Mummy. You’re acting funny.”I nearly burned my tongue taking an unnecessary sip of tea. “I’m not acting funny, sweetheart. Just… Uhhh… happy.”Alex’s eyes lifted, barely, catching mine. That tiny flicker of a glance was enough to make my heart skip. The memory of last night’s kiss… the way he’d cupped my face, the tenderness an