All Chapters of His Favorite Sin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jason P.O.V The sight of Nathan caressing Brinda's hands boiled me to the extent of beating him but I had to remain mute due to his health. “I can't believe that Brinda would run so soon to him after I thought we had a spark. Which shows that she's nothing but a golddiger.” I thought staring at her coldly.“I'm sorry but I have to quickly get something.” She said quickly to us but I was so engrossed in the moment that I lost track. “Is anything wrong?” Nathan asked calmly which I still remained mute while she ignored me. “No… It's just that Sofie needs my help but it wouldn't take long.” she said while dashing out which made me to suspect. “Sofie must be that lady I met her with some weeks back but what could be the issue.” I wandered. I stared at Nathan for a while who just kept pressing his phone while I excused myself. “I need to be sure she's staying the truth.”I saw her enter a cab while I followed her to he certain that she was telling the truth while I hoped it wasn't a

Brinda's P.O.V “Excuse me, but can I see my husband?” I said with a calm tone. But the receptionist just stared at me awkwardly and told me to wait in the waiting room. I kept on waiting while I noticed a couple of eyes watching me which kept me wondering if there was something off about my outfit or if they knew me. “I have been waiting for the past 30 minutes and yet there hasn't been any response concerning me seeing him.” I said louder but she just gave me a faint smile. “Am sorry Ma for wasting your time but Mr Jason is currently not on seat.” She replied. “What the hell is wrong with her?” I thought. “But you told me an hour ago that he was on site and I should wait. Right?” I said angrily. She just kept staring at her monitor like I was talking rubbish. “Is Jason avoiding me?” I thought while staring at the receptionist in front of me. “Every part of me wanted to scream and drag her for being a bitch but I decided to remain with my steeze and composure.” I thought whi

Jason P.O.V “Sir, would that be all?” The receptionist said while handing me my room keys. “Yes, that would be all.”I said while heading to my room. I pushed the hotel door shut and leaned my back against it. My room was quiet, too quiet, and it made my heart throb. I just stood there, trying to calm the storm inside of me. Then it hit me. The smell. It was faint, but it was there. Soap, Clean sheets. That soft scent that has always remained with me. Brinda. My chest tightened like someone had squeezed it. “This was RIDICULOUS. She’s not here. She has never been here.” I said out loud but yet my body reacted before my mind could. “Get it together.” I muttered. I walked into the room while I dropped my jacket on the chair, but the feeling followed me. Her face flashed on my mind— how she looked earlier, standing there while Nathan talked about my marriage like I don't exist. “Like we didn't have a bond or the baby she's carrying isn't mine or is it?.” while anger kept ris

Jason P.O.VThe house smelled… warm. That was the first thing that hit me the moment I stepped in— garlic, onions, something simmering slowly, the kind of smell that wrapped itself around you without giving you permission. My chest tightened before my brains could catch up. “Brinda.” I whispered. My heart lifted like it has been waiting for this moment all my life. I shut the door behind me while moving slowly like she was going to disappear if I made so much noise. “Brinda's back to me,” I thought. She has to be. I loosened my tie, my mind already racing ahead on how I would apologize. “What I would say to her firstly or should I hold her or give her space.” I mummred. I had rehearsed every word layers with regrets and fear that I wasn't proud of what I would say. I had always looked at Brinda like she was disposable but everything would suddenly chnage. I followed the scent into the kitchen while my steps slower as I got closer.“Brinda—”The name suddenly left my lips.

Brinda's P.O.V I didn't sleep that night. No matter how many times I turned on Sofie’s couch, the thoughts kept following me like shadows that refuse to stay behind. The room was so quiet that the fan hummed softly above me, counting down the hours until morning. “Travel.” I muttered. The word kept circling my mind like a promise and a threat at the same time. If l left, I wouldn't see Jason's face again. I wouldn't have to hear his voice, or pretend his words didn't cut me deeper than I ever admitted. Leaving meant distance. Safety. Silence. But leaving everything also meant leaving what built me and made me stronger. “Why did loving someone have to feel like this.” I thought. At some point, I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, soft movement stirred me awake. Sofie glanced at me with a smile from the kitchen counter already dressed and her hair neatly bun. “You're awake.” she said. “I don't think I had any form of sleep, Sofie,” I mummered, sitting up.