All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NERIAH'S POV I don't know how long I'll be stuck in this loop. This particular scene has replayed before me time and time again. I'm tired. Denver's face is turned towards the wall, his hands locked together in a knot. His knuckles are turning white from how hard he's knitting the together. Reaching over, I place my hand on top of his. "She'll come around, Denver." His face doesn't turn towards me like I hope, instead he gently slips his hands away from mine, grabbing his phone somewhere between the sheets. My hand returns to my lap. "I think I'll take my leave. Ethan and Eden must be wondering what's taking so long." He turns to me as I rise to my feet. My eyes dart away from his, refusing to hold his gaze. "Neriah, I....." The words cake like a lump in his throat. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be in this situation. It's all my fault."My head is shaking in protest before he's done speaking. "None of this is your fault. It's Laura and Liam's...." Hearing their names, his jaw tight

DENVER'S POV Neriah's words continue to echo in my ears, "....Laura sent a hitman to you..."The thought of my brother sitting somewhere, pulling the strings of my death makes my jaw tighten until pain shoots down my neck. He’s probably in that fancy mansion of his thinking I’ll never piece the puzzle together. But I will. I already am.I've known Liam for the past thirty five years and he's never had an ounce of violence in his blood. I remember that rainy day when we ran into each other in the woods. He'd been reciting the seven laws of success wrongly while I stayed behind cackling my ass out. When he found out he was so mad that his face turned beet red. He reached out to punch my nose but it was like a fly perched. I didn't feel pain, just his touch. That was the day I said, "You should man up, big brother." Perhaps he'd finally taken my advice and decided to use it against me. As we grew I saw that he had a vindictive streak, but murder? That’s not just betrayal, it’s a decl

DENVER'S POVHer wide eyes are glaring at me like she can't believe what just happened. Well, neither can I. She drags her eyes away from mine, weaving her fingers into a thread on her laps. "What's wrong?" I know what's wrong, that's a fucking lane question, Denver. I just fucking kissed my step-brother's ex wife. Funny thing? I don't want to stop. I lift a hand to her cheek, guiding her gaze back to my eyes. "I can stop if you don't want it." Her wide eyes widen even more. "D ..Denver, is this? Are we....?" But I don't want to answer whatever those questions are because I'm scared that there may be some "Nos" when all I want to hear are her pleasurable cries of "Yes." Sunlight washes over her face in a warm, golden glow, casting her eyelashes as soft shadows across her cheeks. Her lips are a delicate set of kiss‑plumped bows that makes me want to keep kissing her forever.I trail a finger down her throat to her chest, pausi

NERIAH’S POVI stand in the corridor, gripping my bag against my chest, refusing to look back. If I even attempt it, I might break into irrecoverable pieces.The image of Denver sitting there with his blank eyes, saying words colder than this hospital air, would be etched in my memory for a long time. I feel a bitter ache crawl up my throat slowly. How did I make such a stupid mistake?I finally find the will to start walking, one shaky step after another. My legs feel like they’re made of paper, I wonder if they can even take me successfully to the door. I just gave myself to him, how could he ask me to use the door?I should laugh, or scream, Or both. Instead, I keep walking, faster now, as if I can now outrun the sting of his voice. The corridor bends left, then right. I don’t even remember if this is the right way. I just need to get as far away from that room as possible. The elevator calls with a metallic ding that recalls me to the direction I should be going through. I clu

LAURA'S POV The initial tension has dissipated but my guard hasn't been let down. I cross my arms against my chest, mirroring her stance. From where I'm standing she looks like a tired, old woman. What I don't understand is why everyone is so terrified of her. "Liam wouldn't have made such a mistake if he didn't have to." I say matter-of-factly. I have a billion questions for her but I don't want to throw them. I want her to unravel everything I need to know by herself. "Do you know what it feels like to have someone else living in another version of your body?" I shake my head again. Of course I wouldn't know, I'm not a twin. "It's like torture. Growing up everyone called me Rebecca and called her Clara. I had to constantly fight for my own identity, even with my parents." She takes a drag on the wilting cigarette in her hand. "It got even worse as we got older. So bad that I had to start wearing contact lenses and braces just so that something could be different about us