บททั้งหมดของ The Stand-in wife : Married to my Hockey Ex: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Martha took a slow, trembling breath as everyone watched her, the weight of years pressing down on her shoulders. Her voice wavered when she finally began to speak, and the emotion behind her words was unmistakable. “Mr. and Mrs. Morussa… they favored one twin over the other.”The room didn’t just fall silent—it froze. A stillness swept through the space so heavily it felt like the air thickened around them. Zayne’s parents shifted uneasily, exchanging a confused glance. Mr. Morussa stiffened where he stood, his jaw tightening, while Mrs. Morussa’s complexion paled instantly, as if Martha had slapped her with the accusation. Alina’s eyes widened in disbelief, her brows knitting tightly, and Avelina’s breath caught, her fingers curling softly against her dress as though bracing herself. Zayne’s confusion deepened; Kyllian’s gaze snapped toward the Morussas with a sudden sharpness, suspicion rising like smoke in his eyes.Martha closed her eyes briefly, as though gathering strength, the

The car moved quietly through the late-afternoon streets, the hum of the engine barely audible over the soft breaths of baby Kyle. Kyllian ’s hands gripped the steering wheel, steady and sure, guiding them through the familiar roads. Avelina sat in the backseat with her mother Martha beside her, Kyle resting in her arms, his little head nestled against her chest. The silence was thick and heavy, wrapping around all of them like a damp blanket.Kyllian glanced at them occasionally through the rear-view mirror, concern etched across his face. He kept driving, following the route he had taken countless times, turning down the road that led directly to his home.It wasn’t until he approached the street that Avelina lifted her head and realized where they were.Her brows pinched together, her voice soft but firm.“Kyllian … this isn’t the way to my mother’s house.”He hesitated for a second, then spoke gently.“I thought you should stay with me tonight, at least until everything settles. M

Zayne shifted the bags in his hands and cleared his throat. “Can I… come in?” he asked quietly, almost as if he expected her to slam the door in his face.Avelina hesitated. Her fingers tightened around the doorframe, and for a moment she simply stared at him, weighing every possibility—every danger, every memory, every fear. Finally, she stepped aside.“Fine,” she said in a low voice. “Come in.”Zayne walked into the small living room, stopping just past the doorway. His eyes swept the space—two small couches squeezed together, a rickety table, and baby things tucked neatly against the wall. It was clean, warm… but far too small to hold Avelina, her mother, and a growing child.His chest tightened painfully. She deserves better. They all do.“You didn’t have to leave,” he said quietly, turning toward her. “The house I bought for you… it’s big enough. Comfortable. You and your mother can still come back. You don’t have to stay here.”Avelina lifted her chin sharply. “Don’t,” she said,

Alina packed her bags with stiff, angry movements, her hands trembling as she folded her clothes and shoved them into the suitcase. Every now and then she muttered under her breath, trying to keep herself from breaking down completely. “I can’t stay here,” she whispered shakily. “I can’t be part of a family that abandoned their own child.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and kept packing. “My own twin sister,” she continued, her voice cracking. “How could they just leave her like that? How could they pretend she never existed?” The more she spoke, the more the truth burned inside her chest. Her hands moved faster, almost frantically, as if packing quickly would somehow calm the storm inside her. “Avelina didn’t deserve any of this,” she said, the anger finally spilling into her voice. “She didn’t deserve to grow up alone. She didn’t deserve to suffer because they were too scared, or too selfish—God, she deserved better than all of us.” Her breath hitched, but she pus

Avelina stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a small towel as steam curled behind her. She froze when she saw Kyle sitting alone in the middle of the bed, giggling at his own fingers. Her heart jumped.“Oh my God, baby,” she breathed, rushing to scoop him into her arms. “Mama told you not to sit alone like this.”Kyle cooed, clutching her damp shirt with his tiny hands.“Mom?” Avelina called, her voice sharper than intended.Martha hurried into the room a second later, slightly breathless and carrying Kyle’s bottle and mashed fruit in her hands. “Sorry, sorry! I only went to get his food. I wasn’t gone for long.”Avelina shook her head, clutching Kyle closer. “Mom, you know we can’t leave him alone on the bed. He’s already walking now. If he decides to crawl to the edge and fall, he could get badly hurt.”Martha’s face softened with guilt. “You’re right. I just… forgot for a moment.” She reached for Kyle. “Come to Grandma, my love.”Avelina gently handed him over and exha