Lahat ng Kabanata ng Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 109

Scarlette. I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and Liam was behind me, gently combing down my hair. He had helped me bathe earlier, moving carefully as if I were made of glass, and then he had dressed me in one of his shirts. The fabric was too big, hanging loosely around my shoulders, carrying his scent—warm, familiar, and painfully comforting.I stared deeply into the mirror.And all I could think was what happened?I had carried my pregnancy for months. I had felt her move inside me, had spoken to her in the quiet of the nights, had imagined her face a thousand different ways. I had given birth in a way that nearly took my life—and now, instead of holding my baby in my arms, I had nothing.Just emptiness.Just silence.I had been trying to shut my ears all day, pretending not to hear the voices downstairs. The nonstop talk about her baby. Mother wouldn’t stop praising Emelia, wouldn’t stop talking about how beautiful the child was, how perfect, how blessed the family ha

Scarlette. I’m standing on an unknown street where there are no cars, no buses—nothing with lights at all. A taxi had dropped me at the exact location Kayden sent to me while Liam was still speaking to Kai.I couldn’t bring myself to tell Liam. He would have stopped me or tried to follow me. Kayden had made it clear—if the police were involved, or if Liam came with me, I would never see my child again. He even threatened to give my baby to another woman who, according to him, wanted a child more than I did.Now I’m waiting in this lonely place. Then I see a car coming toward me, and I can’t help the panic rising in my chest. Fear creeps into my bones. As the car gets closer, his face becomes a little clearer—but not entirely.He just needs to drive a bit closer for me to see him properly. And when he does, I can’t stop myself from yelling at him.“You bastard! What do you think you are, huh? Why have you done this!” I shouted, kicking against the car that had just stopped in fr

Scarlette. “Are you nervous?” Liam’s voice sliced through the fog in my head, pulling me back to the car.A slow R&B track hummed from the speakers, the kind that makes you sway even when you’re sitting still. Liam had been nodding along, lips moving to the lyrics, one hand loose on the wheel. In the backseat, Hope slept like she owned the quiet, tiny chest rising and falling under her blanket.“No. I’m not.” I pressed my temple against the cool window glass. “If anything, I’d be glad to have good news—something solid I can use to send your mother straight to prison.”He let out a short breath through his nose. “You know that’s not what I’m asking about.”“So what?” I turned my head just enough to meet his side-eye.“It’s your first check-up as a mother. Doesn’t that feel… real? You’re finally here with Hope, and we still don’t even know exactly what Rayne wants to show us. I just don’t want you spiraling right now. Stop overthinking.”The song dipped into a softer bridge and I rea

Scarlette.“Stay the fuck away, Mother!” Liam’s shout stopped her cold.“I trusted you,” he said to Julie, quieter now, but no less deadly. “I believed in you. Scarlette treated you like a mother. She loved you. She talked about making you Hope’s godmother. And you did this?”“Sir… Liam… I’m so sorry… I didn’t do it on purpose,” Julie sobbed.“I know. What I want to know is who fucking made you do it.”“That’s enough, Liam.” Mother’s voice shook. “She did it. She admitted it. She poisoned Scarlette and almost killed her and the child through the black soup.”Liam froze. “Black soup?” He turned slowly. “I never mentioned black soup since we walked in. So how do you know?”Mother’s mouth opened, closed.“Unless you gave her the substance,” Liam continued, stepping closer. “And made Julie add it to the black soup. Because you knew Scarlette would never refuse anything from Julie. Am I fucking correct?”“Answer me!” He grabbed Mother’s arms, fingers digging in.“What are you saying?” sh