All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

ASTRIDYou see, there's something called ragebait. And ever since I found out about it, I made a conscious effort to make sure that no one succeeded in aggravating me on purpose. Claire’s beautiful face is currently twisted in an ugly sneer. Her nostrils flared and a vein throbbing in her temple, she looks on the verge of suffering a bloody heart attack. All because of the ring on my finger.I won’t lie, her horrible words hit me like a slap to the face. In the past, my insecurities would’ve tripled. I would’ve fallen for her cheap tricks. But not anymore. That Astrid is dead. I look up, my gaze sweeping the room in search of my husband. Warmth blooms in my chest when I find him in deep conversation with another man. Even with all the people swirling around him, Silvan stands out like a fiery stallion. In the past, Claire’s horrible words would’ve affected my relationship negatively. But right now, looking at my husband, I feel nothing but assurance and certainty. I am assured tha

ASTRIDWe’ve just settled into the car five minutes later when I look through the windows and notice something concerning.It’s Claire. And she’s locked in what seems to be a heated argument with a gorgeous older man who has his back turned to me. Even from this angle, you can tell that he carries himself with an air of undeniable authority — his posture, the broad expanse of his shoulders, the confident set of his head. You don’t have to see his face to know he’s good-looking.No man on earth is more handsome than my husband of course, but this gentleman could come a close second. His golden-brown hair is perfectly slicked back, and he was definitely born to wear that Cucinelli suit.He’s tall. Maybe an inch taller than Silvan. And you can tell that he takes perfect care of his body. I mean the man is built like some ancient hottie god.He seems to be in some sort of argument with Claire. Well, she’s the one arguing. Mr. Unbothered just stands there, patiently staring down at her wh

ASTRIDA soft, happy warmth blooms in my chest as I scan the room in search of my husband. I finally find him occupying one of the Italian sofas, his gaze locked on his iPad with full concentration. I’m not sure when I said it, but the word slips past my lips in a broken whisper.“Silvan.”Silvan’s head snaps in my direction immediately, always attuned to me.His eyes narrow in concern when he notices my distressed expression. Within seconds, he’s standing in front of me, cupping my chin with gentle hands and scanning my face with a gaze filled with worry;“Angel? Are you crying? What happened? Who did it?”“You!” I blurt, my heart so full, I’m pretty sure it’s about to burst. “You did this.”Silvan freezes like I just shot him. “Me?” He sounds so mortified, so appalled at the thought that he might’ve hurt me in some way. It makes my heart stutter. Unable to keep holding back, I throw my arms around his neck and hold on tight, not caring who might be watching;“Thank you so much, ba

ASTRID“Watch what happens next…”I thought my rage had reached its limit, but the next few seconds prove that I was wrong.My blood runs cold as I watch the masked men move with practiced stealth across the screen. “No…surely, they’re not gonna —”The words die in my throat as the bastards go ahead to perform all the horrific things my tired had managed to conjure.“They cannot be serious!” I snap, trembling with rage. “They cannot be fucking serious.”“Baby, come here.” Silvan’s authoritative tone slashes the air, cutting straight through my rage.I stand my ground and give him a look, my fingers clenched at my sides. Unfortunately, I do not wish to be touched right now. There’s an unsteady switch inside of me and right now, it’s wired to explode. “Silvan, I’m fine…”But my husband doesn’t back down. Those gorgeous grey orbs turn darker, telling me without words that he’s ready to play this game all fucking day.The air suddenly feels too tight. All my nerves are coiled to breakin

SILVANHenry Montessori stripped my mother of everything — her smile, her voice, her spark, her finances, and her will to live. The only thing he could not take away from her was PineGroove Estate, and only because the thieving bastard had not succeeded in convincing her to place the estate in his name. Rage, pain and guilt, so much guilt — the only emotions I feel when I think about my mother — crash through my system, choking me all at once. I shut my eyes for a second, inhaling the putrid air as I make my way through the rickety door of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. When my mother realized that she would never be able to escape the devil she married, she immediately asked her lawyer to transfer ownership of the estate to her only child.And that was the final act that nailed her coffin.When Henry found out, he was furious. I remember being locked outside in the freezing rain, my eyes blind with tears while I pounded on the door and pleaded with Henry to spar