Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

SILVAN You know that feeling when you hear something so fucking unexpected, your brain sort of does a 360 degree rewinding and you have to fight not to choke on your next damn breath? That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now.Manuel is back to pacing. His lips are moving, his fingers circling the air as he no doubt tries to explain the bizarre situation, but I stopped listening exactly two minutes ago.My blood boils at a violent degree as I’m suddenly assailed by memories of Leilani’s violent threats all those years ago.The bitch threatened to destroy my reputation if I did not agree to tell everyone that I was the father of her child. Meanwhile, she was… sleeping with my father? Anger swims in my bloodstream and rattles my bones.“How long has this been going on?” I ask, my fingers balled up, teeth clenched.Manuel stops in his tracks and pivots in my direction.“You mean how long had we been fucking your best friend’s wife?”What the…?My head snaps upwards, my vicious gaze cir

SILVAN“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Henry stutters, edging backwards and watching me with wide, shifty eyes.At that moment, standing there and watching the slimy vermin, regret slams into me with the force of a speeding truck. All those days when I had unlimited access to his food; to the crazy expensive Arabian tea he loved to drink every morning, I should have poisoned the moron a long time ago.I should have killed him when I had the chance. If I did, he would never have lived long enough to hurt Astrid.“So you’re telling me that you never forced yourself on her? On a fucking minor?”His eyes grow wider, if that is even possible. The bastard is trembling now, like the coward that he truly is.“I promise nothing of the sort happened.”I cock my gun, the hatred inside of me coming alive. The Lord knows I have not despised anyone on earth the way I despise my own father. “You have three seconds to tell me the truth. When your time is up, I will not hesitate to bl

ASTRID24 HOURS LATER…Today makes it four days since I set my eyes on Silvan.Four days since he bulldozed into my house, a man on a mission, to rescue us from harm.Four days since he rocked me in his arms and looked at me like his entire life depended on my will to live.And four days since he made love to me with such rough tenderness, I can still feel the ache deep in my limbs.Within these four days, he has gone completely AWOL. No calls, no texts, no random appearance at my home or office. No random extravagant gifts either. Yesterday, my tummy ached like hell because I ate a bad sandwich and I literally sat in my office, staring longingly at the door, expecting to see Michael barge inside with a fancy bag filled with pain relief medications.And when I stayed till the close of work and he did not magically show up, I gave up and went home, my shoulders drooping with disappointment. Silvan has not reached out to the kids either. Recently, I found out that he got their phone n

SILVAN (SEVEN YEARS OLD…)It’s happening again. And I hate it. I really, really hate it.The room is pitch black and so silent, I can hear my heart rattle behind my ribcage. An eerie creak pierces the air as the door slowly swings open, followed by the quiet slap of bare feet on the cold floor.Fear sits in my chest like a fiery boulder. I slam my eyes shut and clutch my blanket, trying my hardest to control my rapid breathing.“Silvie, baby, are you asleep…?” The soft female voice should be soothing, even welcoming, but all it does is send skitters of horror down my spine.The house is empty again. I just know it. She only torments me when father goes on his business trips.Where did he go this time? Rome. Yes, that’s it.Whenever father prepares to leave, she falls on the couch and cries her heart out, begging him to stay. But once he’s out the door, her gloomy mask disappears, swiftly replaced with a serpent-like smile.My father has no idea that his innocent young wife is an exper

SILVAN“Mummy said you weren’t feeling very well, so we all came here to cheer you up.”I freeze, a sharp pain reverberating through my insides. I open my mouth to speak but the words get stuck in my throat. I end up blinking twice to ease the pressure that is rapidly building behind my eyes.“Aw, don’t cry, daddy.” Zoey pats my cheeks, her bottomed lip popped out, her eyes gleaming with pity. “We’re here to make you happy.”“That’s right!” Zara concurs, inching upwards to kiss my chin. “Happy thoughts only.”I swallow the boulder in my throat, glancing at Zoey as my chest tightens with panic;“You told your sister?”When Zoey confessed to me that night that she knew I was their father, I begged her to keep it a secret until Astrid was ready to tell them herself. Hearing her call me “daddy” in front of Zara damn near gave me a heart attack.Zoey’s eyes fill with guilt and she tucks in her chin, giving me a little pout;“Please don’t be upset with me. Zara is my sister and we promised