All Chapters of Belonging To My Stepbrother After Divorce.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“I trusted you with my life and you were planning to carve me open like I was nothing? The words leave my mouth before I even understand what I’ve just heard. Before I even breathe. The hallway is still. My keys dangle uselessly from my fingers. I haven’t taken a step past the entrance rug. I haven’t even taken off my shoes. I just stand there, paralyzed because I wasn’t supposed to come home to this. Not this I was supposed to walk in smiling. I was supposed to rehearse my little speech one more time in the car before blurting it out with shaking hands and teary eyes. I was supposed to tell my husband that after two years of heartbreak and prayers and injections and failed cycles—I’m finally pregnant. But instead, I’m listening to him speak low and sharp into the phone, pacing our living room like he owns it, like he owns me. “...No, she doesn’t know. She’s gullible. Sweet, but gullible. I’ll slip it into her tea, make sure she’s out cold. I already got the lab results, the

(A week later.) “I gave you a part of my body, and you gave me silence.” That’s what I say to him, even though I know it won’t land. It never does. He barely looks up from his phone. Just sits there, scrolling, as if I didn’t just say something that should crack the floor beneath us. “I’m just tired,” I add, swallowing the knot in my throat. “I’ve been dizzy all day. Nauseous, too. And not the normal kind. Something’s… off.” Matteo exhales like I’m bothering him. Like my words are an inconvenience. “You’re a nurse, Camila. You know how recovery works. Rest. Drink fluids. Don’t stress yourself.”I blink. That’s it? That’s all he has to say?I stare at him from across the room. His shoes are off. His feet are propped on the coffee table like he’s settling in for a peaceful night. His body is here but his heart? His attention? Always somewhere else now. Always with her. I clear my throat again, forcing myself not to cry. “I’m not exaggerating, Matteo. Something doesn’t feel righ

Camila’s POVIt’s funny how quiet feels like peace… until you finally get it. Then it feels like punishment.I drop the keycard onto the side table and step inside the hotel room, not bothering to turn on the lights. The door clicks shut behind me with finality. The room is pristine, warm-toned, calm, everything I thought I wanted. But the moment I stand still, it hits me harder than I expected.There’s no Matteo yelling from another room, no step-sister calling for water she could easily get herself.No forced small talk or tight smiles, It was just silence and me.Still bleeding, even if the wounds are invisible now.I sink down onto the edge of the bed, keeping my spine straight because slouching hurts too much. My body aches, dull and deep in my side, and sharper in my chest. I press a hand to my abdomen, and my palm stays there for a long time, as if it might find something. As if it might feel what used to be.I had a baby in there. I hadn’t said the word out loud, not even once

Camilla's POV My father walks me up the grand staircase, each step echoing through the quiet halls of our home. He stops at the door of the room I'd always found refuge in as a child, painted with a soft, creamy white, with large windows draped in linen curtains. Familiar and safe, just as I need it right now. “Settle in,” he says, his voice gentle. “The maids will bring your meals. If you need anything, tea, blankets just let me know.” I nod, my heart thudding in my throat. He pauses, his hand resting lightly on the doorknob. “I’m proud of you, Camila. You’re strong. You came back and that matters.” A warmth blooms in my chest. I open my lips to say something, a promise, maybe but the words vanish. I just nod again, my voice caught in the ache of returning. He steps into the corridor, and I watch him go until the padding of his shoes fades. Then, I close the door behind me and lean against it, exhaling so sharply I taste relief and grief at once. Here I am. Back in the hou