All Chapters of Love me back, Ex-Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Brielle shut the door to her apartment and leaned against it, her suitcase long forgotten at the door. The silence in her home was calming, a sharp contrast to the chaos she had just left behind. She dragged her feet into the room, dropped the suitcase near the closet, and collapsed onto the bed.As soon as her body touched the mattress, the tears came. Uncontrolled, heavy sobs broke free from her chest as she buried her face into the sheets. All the emotions she’d kept bottled up poured out of her anger, disappointment, heartbreak, and above all, shame.Shame that she had let the situation with Ethan drag on for so long. Shame that she had ignored the warnings and continuously lied to herself…convinced herself that things would change and that maybe he would become the man she wanted.But, she was only fooling herself. She was a coward who blamed her inability to walk away from toxicity on her love for Vivian.Brielle bawled her eyes out that night until sleep finally took her.*****

“Mrs Rayne got into an accident.”Brielle felt air being sucked out of her lungs as soon as the words left Dr Lorey’s mouth. Her eyes widened as fear crept in immediately.“W-what? An accident?” She whispered, her heart still racing. “That’s not possible. I was with her a few hours ago.” She shook her head, hoping Dr Lorey would tell her that it was just a joke.“Oh dear. She’s in here right now. Come see for yourself.” Dr Lorey answered hurriedly and turned to enter the room.Brielle stayed rooted in her position for a few seconds, thinking about what could have happened and why it had to happen to Vivian. Then, with a deep breath, she took a step forward and entered the room.Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her.“Oh my God!” Brielle almost screamed, her hands rising to cover her mouth.Vivian lay motionless on the bed, various tubes connected to her, and her head wrapped in a bandage but the blood stains were still visible. Beside her was her husband, Raymond, A

Brielle furrowed her brows at Professor James, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What do you mean by that?” she asked cautiously, straightening her back and folding her arms.Professor James shifted where he stood, his fingers tucked loosely into his lab coat pockets. “I mean… I could pretend to be your boyfriend for a while,” he said, watching her reaction carefully to be sure he wasn’t saying anything that would upset her.“Just until Ethan gets the message and stops showing up, acting like he still has some kind of claim over you.” He added.Brielle blinked slowly, as if trying to process his words. “You want to fake-date me?”“I mean, not in a weird way,” James clarified quickly, raising both hands. “You wouldn’t owe me anything. I just figured it could help push him away if he sees you’re with someone else. Especially if that someone is me. We both know he doesn’t like me.” He said jokingly.Brielle let out a half-laugh, both surprised and amused by his idea. “James, I appreciate

Brielle stayed by Vivian’s side for what felt like hours, barely moving, her hand resting gently over the older woman’s frail fingers. The slow rise and fall of Vivian’s chest gave her a bit of peace, even if everything else in her life right now felt like it was spinning out of control.Eventually, she drifted off…giving in to the dizziness. Her head dropped a little, her body slumped into the chair, and her eyes gave in to the exhaustion she’d been ignoring all day. In a few minutes, she was fully asleep.James sat quietly on a chair behind her, his eyes watching her carefully despite the piercing eyes from the side of the room…Ethan. As soon as he saw her head fall on the bed, his senses kicked in. He stood quickly but carefully with the intention to help her get into a better position as he knew that if she stayed in the weird position for long, she would wake up with an ache all over her body.But, just as he stepped forward, the other person in the room who had been watching him

Brielle was bent over Vivian, gently checking her vitals while her fingers trembled slightly. Despite the long night, her concentration hadn’t wavered. Every beep from the monitor, every number on the screen mattered. Beside her, Ethan was holding a glass of water to his mother’s lips, careful not to spill a drop.Vivian’s hands shook a little as she tried to drink, but Ethan helped steady her hand, his jaw tight with emotion. Her breathing was shallow but controlled, and though she couldn’t speak much yet, her eyes fluttered open now and again, proof that she was present, fighting her way back to health.“Should we be worried?” Ethan asked, his voice low. He found it strange that she wasn’t able to speak even though he could see her trying.Brielle glanced at him, tucking her stethoscope back around her neck. “No. It’s normal. Don’t force her. She’ll speak when she’s ready. She just woke up from a coma. Her system is in shock think of it like restarting a machine after it’s been shut