All Chapters of One Heart, Which Brother?: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The late afternoon sun poured in from the glass doors. The house was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that made your thoughts louder. My tutor had left over an hour ago, and I had spent the time attempting to study. But my heart wasn’t in it. Not today.Something felt off.I closed my laptop, pushing aside the textbook on international finance. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, exhaustion setting into my bones, not the kind that sleep cause, but the kind that comes from emotional heaviness.I needed fresh air.Pulling on a light cardigan, I moved toward the balcony but froze halfway through the hallway. My heart stilled.He was there.Ken.Leaning against the wall in his usual careless pose, like he owned every room he walked into. His dark jeans fit like they were made for him, and the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up just enough to expose the veins in his forearms. His hair was slightly tousled, as though he’d driven fast with the windows down.He looked… breathtaking. An

Lia’s POVIt felt… different now.The morning sunlight danced across the marble floor as I walked barefoot through the quiet house. I could still hear faint sounds from the kitchen. Ruben had started making me tea every morning. Chamomile, just how I liked it.It was these small things that made me confused.Because how could the same man who once blackmailed me into this marriage also be the one who tucks me in, kisses my forehead, and pulls a blanket over me when I fall asleep during study?My life was no longer a storm, it had become a careful balancing act.“Good morning, wifey,” Ruben said, appearing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. He always looked frustratingly good in his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, black slacks, no tie.I narrowed my eyes. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you or something?”He smirked. “Is it working?”I looked away, lips twitching. “Maybe.”He walked over, placed the tray beside me, and kissed my temple. “You have two sessions t

I hadn’t seen Ken since that evening.No text. No call. And as much as I tried not to care, my chest ached with the weight of everything unsaid between us.It was the fifth day. Daph noticed the way I kept checking my phone. She just didn’t say anything, not until I asked the question that had been eating at me since morning.“Have you heard from Ken?”She looked up from her smoothie, blinked, and gave a cautious shrug. “No. Why?”I didn't answer.Instead, I stood, walked toward the window, and stared out into the gardens of the Delwunco estate.Ruben had been unusually sweet, attentive, gentle, giving me space while still reminding me he was near.We even watched a movie together last night. I had fallen asleep on his shoulder.So why was I thinking about Ken?Because he was gone.Just like that.And I knew… I knew it had everything to do with what happened that night.The almost-kiss. The look in his eyes. The silent pain.He had hoped for something more. And I crushed it.“I think

Lia’s POVThe morning after our candlelit dinner, I woke up with the faint scent of Ruben still clinging to my skin.No, we hadn’t gone that far but the closeness we shared last night was enough to linger like a quiet ghost around me.When I stretched, I found the bed empty, his side already cool. Typical Ruben early riser, probably neck-deep in business by now. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing at the chaos of my thoughts. Everything between us felt so new. So delicate. Like glass held in trembling hands.Downstairs, the mansion felt unusually quiet. That kind of heavy quiet that hinted at something unspoken.I found breakfast laid out, of course. Ruben never missed that the chef had prepped everything. Warm croissants. Melted cheese omelet. Freshly brewed tea. And a note.“Sleep well, cara mia?I’ll be home for lunch. Stay in. Stay safe. R”I stared at it a second longer than I should have."Stay safe."It was always about safety. Always protection. Even as he tried to sof

Lia’s POVThe sunlight filtered softly through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows as I tied my hair up into a bun. It was a quiet morning the kind that used to feel unfamiliar in this house. But lately… the silence wasn’t as cold.Ruben had left a note on my side of the bed. Again.“Wear something you feel beautiful in. I’ll pick you up at 11.”No name. No signature. But I didn’t need one.I bit back a smile.I actually looked forward to whatever surprise he had planned.He didn’t take me anywhere extravagant. No gold-plated restaurants or closed-off rooftops. No five-course meals served by staff who avoided eye contact. Instead, we drove to a quiet, cozy little spot on the outskirts of town a lakeside park with cherry blossoms in full bloom.He brought a picnic.Yes. Ruben Delwunco, in all his ruthlessly polished suits and intimidating authority, laid out a blanket and unpacked wine, fresh fruit, soft pastries, and little finger sandwiches like a damn Hallmark movie.“I didn’t know