All Chapters of Bastard Ex, Your Ex Wife is Married To Her Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANAYA“Good morning, everyone. I just wanted to address the ongoing rumours about my husband's infidelity, and I want to assure everyone that they're absolutely not true. Ms. Emerson is only a family friend, and the media has exaggerated innocent gestures. Please respect our privacy and be warned that if you continue to write about these baseless rumors, you will hear from our lawyers. My husband and I are very much in love and are happy.” I sipped my juice as I watched the repeat of yesterday's press briefing. I wasn't sure it would work, but Nash must have thought it through because the stocks went up in value a few minutes later. No wonder he was ready to do absolutely anything. My mother and father in law called me and praised me for acting swiftly and warning me not to let it happen again like I was the one caught cheating in public.My phone vibrated, and Daisy's name flashed on the screen, and I sighed. She was going to scream my ear off.Sliding right, I answered the call.“

ANAYA“When are you two having a baby? I'm so tired of the shame! Anaya, can't you do anything right? Is having a baby really that hard?” Angela, my mother in law, asked in a clipped tone, making me choke on my water. “Mum…” Nash began, but she cut him off,“I don't want to hear it. It's been three years, and she hasn't carried even one successful pregnancy! I know our family is fertile, so if she isn't, she has to tell us, and we can hire a surrogate. People are starting to talk!” I felt my heart clench painfully at those words. It's easy to judge someone from the outside without knowing what the truth really is. I've had nine pregnancies, and they all ended in miscarriages. Just talking about it felt like someone was poking at a fresh wound. Cleaning the womb after losing the baby was painful, doing it nine times was excruciating, but none of it can compare to the empty feeling I was left with each time I was told I wouldn't be able to hold the child in my arms. “ Mum, Anaya and

ANAYAWhen I woke, the sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nose. My head throbbed, and my wrist burned as if the bones were still grinding against each other. The ceiling above me was so white and bright that for a moment, I wondered if this was the afterlife.But then, I heard voices just outside my door, “Mr. Whitmore, we only have one surgeon on call right now,” The doctor whispered to Nash, “Both patients need attention, but Mrs Whitmore has much more serious injuries, should we start the surgery with her?”My heart began to pound, not from the pain but from the answer I already knew was coming.Without hesitation, Nash responded, “No, start with Hellen.”There was no pause. No consideration. Not even a second of doubt.“Her arm needs to be fine so she can care for Adam,” Nash added, his voice firm and certain, like the decision was obvious.Something inside me cracked louder than my broken wrist. My breath caught, but no sound left me. I wanted to laugh at the irony, I was an ar

ANAYA The massive windows, the silk sheets, the carefully placed food. This wasn’t a simple hospital stay. It was money. Lots of it.And I didn’t want to be a burden to him. Not anymore.“I don’t need to stay,” I said quickly, pushing myself up on shaky arms. “I’ll recover better at home.”The doctor frowned. “That’s not a good idea. You fainted from a panic attack. Your body went into shock. If it happens again…”“I’ll handle it.” My tone was firmer than I felt. “You said it yourself, nothing life-threatening. So there’s no reason for me to take up space here.”He opened his mouth, probably ready to argue again, but I cut him off. “I can be troublesome, Doctor Quinn. Keeping me against my will won't work in your favor, trust me.” The doctor didn't look threatened. He had this calm exterior and a face that gave nothing away, although his eyes had some sort of amusement in them. He watched me for another beat before nodding and saying,“Fine. Against my advice, I’ll sign the release p

ANAYAI really needed to stop fainting!My entire body ached like I had been hit by a speeding truck. I crooked my neck to see where I was and noticed the familiar walls of our bedroom as the events that happened after the hospital crashed into me, making me hold back a sob. I took in deep breaths to push the urge of crying away, then noticed Nash sitting on the chair beside my bed. His white sleeves were rolled up, revealing his arms with a laptop balanced on his knees. His brows were furrowed, and eyes glued to the screen, the familiar concentration softening the hard lines of his face. The sight should’ve comforted me. It didn’t. It made my heart ache because despite all he had done to me, I still loved him, and seeing him up so close was a reminder of why I loved him for over eight years. He was incredibly handsome and hardworking. How I wished I wasn't the third person in his heart, we would have been so happy. But reality had sunk in, no matter what I did for him, it would nev