บททั้งหมดของ Wetting The Bed Of My Best Friend's Brother : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Raymond'S POVSending her away was a form of self-mutilation, a deliberate shattering of my own fucking heart. But I could not chain her to a man confined to a chair for the rest of her days. She deserved someone who could be there for her in every way, and I was no longer sure I could be that man. Not that a man in a chair could not build a full life, I knew others who had thrived after their injuries. The real obstacle was my own goddamn pride. The cold, hard truth was that I would never be able to make her a mother.My mind became a battlefield. One side presented a logical, if brutal, case for why letting her go was the only decent thing to do. The other side, a raw and desperate thing, screamed just as many reasons to hold on, to fight. The conflict was fucking me up beyond belief.I cursed the man who put me in this chair. Now, after searching for her for so many years, I had found her, only to have fate laugh in my face. I could not have her. My life was a fucking cruel joke, a

Bella’s pov"My need for you is not a temporary condition."The words sent a jolt straight through my core, and I felt the heat bloom violently across my cheeks.The following days were a trial by fire. I would complete my shifts at the hospital, my body already aching with exhaustion, only to report to Raymond’s side. He did not make it easy for me. There were moments of fragile peace, but more often, he was the same brutal man I had first encountered. I bit my tongue until it bled, swallowing back my retorts to his crude remarks. I endured.For weeks, I operated in a fog of profound fatigue, my back a constant knot of pain, my head throbbing in time with my heartbeat. But I pushed through the discomfort. He needed me. And, though I was reluctant to admit it, I needed to be the one he relied upon. I had fallen for him with a terrifying speed, yet there were days I fantasized about wrapping my hands around his throat. He tested my sanity, fraying my nerves until I thought I might snap

BellaThe memory returned with a great force.“I do not care what Ron says. I think you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Pretty petals fall, but yours never will,” Hudi said.“What does that even mean?” I asked, giggling uncontrollably.“It means that no matter how lovely a flower is, its petals always drop. But you, Bella, will always keep yours.”I laughed even harder. “Are you calling me a flower, Hudi?”“Yes. That is exactly what I am doing.”Then he closed his eyes and sniffed my hair, which made me sniff my own.“I smell like coconuts, not a flower, you liar,” I told him.He burst out laughing. “Would you prefer I call you a coconut instead?”“Do not you dare,” I said, running from him as he jumped up to give chase.**************I stared at Raymond, and he stared back. Perhaps it was just a line from a film. If not, how could he possibly know the words my best friend used to say to me, every time I confessed that my mother never found me beautiful?“

Raymond's PovShe turned toward me, the photo frame held tight in her hand. Her other hand moved gently over the image of the young boy. She seemed lost somewhere deep inside, or no, that was not it. She seemed shattered. She seemed delicate, and more than anything, she seemed completely beaten. I stayed where I was, stuck in my chair, with no idea what to say as I watched her fall apart.A single tear escaped and traced a path down her beautiful cheek. She closed her eyes and drew a long, slow breath. When she spoke, her voice fractured, and every part of me fought the need to pull her into my arms and never let go.“We made plans,” she said, her mouth curving into a faint, sad smile. “Plans to get married. I was young, but I was certain I loved him. He made me feel so light inside, like a girl who could not think straight. And I was. I was so deeply in love with him, I would have left everything for him if he had just asked. But he left me instead. He took my heart and every bit of

BellaI pressed a hand over my heart, watching him walk away from the restroom, leaving me behind to face my own private ruin.“Fuck!”I hissed the word under my breath.I was so completely doomed. The woman who had knocked entered, her eyes landing on me. She shook her head. ‘Fuck you’, I thought. She probably assumed I had been in here getting my brains fucked out, and she was not entirely wrong. It might have happened if she had not shown up and ruined everything.I had to steady myself before I walked out to face him. He was sitting there, looking as hot as hell and nowhere near as shaken by what happened as I was. That simple fact alone made my anger burn. How could he make me feel so dirty and used when he looked so fucking comfortable? I was furious with myself for letting him get under my skin after all the things he had done, but my body had its own set of rules.She did not care about his lies or his long absence. All she fucking cared about was the way he made her feel, how