All Chapters of Bastard Ex, Your Ex Wife is Married To Her Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ANAYAThe sound of a phone vibrating woke me up. My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned as I reached by the side table to reach for It. I didn't even check who was calling because I still had sleep in my eyes.“Hello?” I cleared my throat to sound more awake.“Happy birthday bitch! I love you so much!” Daisy screamed into my ear. “Yes we do love you, we will love you even more if you can come over and make us what you made for lunch yesterday..…ouch!” Kyros groaned and I heard shuffling.“Get out of my room! Get a house help if you want someone to cook for you!” I heard another smacking sound making me laugh. These two bickered like they didn't have an eight year gap between them. “Sorry. That caveman has no manners! Anyway, so what time should I come over?” Daisy asked excitedly and I was glad her earlier mood had calm down. After cooking lunch, I left to come home because Nash wouldn't stop calling. I was just avoiding the Inevitable and i had to face him but Daisy didn’t think it

ANAYAThe ocean swallowed both of us whole, pulling me down so fast I didn’t have time to understand which way was up or where Hellen was. My lungs seized, panic exploding through my chest as the world blurred into dark blue and bubbles.My arms flailed on instinct, but the water was too thick and too heavy. Every movement felt slow and useless, like I was trapped inside a nightmare my body couldn’t fight its way out of.The water roared in my ears, muffled and furious, like the world was collapsing above me. My chest burned. My eyes stung. And just like that, the ocean wasn’t the ocean anymore.It was the water in the bucket.It was the water in the sink.It was the hands that held me under, making me drown again and again. The echo of cruel laughter vibrated through my skull, mixing with the thundering of my heartbeat as the past slammed into the present with no mercy.I could hear the adults who laughed while they forced my face into my bucket or covered my hair in mud. It all came

ISAACBeads of sweat coated my forehead. Jace and I fought in his cage. It was something we did together and I enjoyed it because he didn't hold back and helped me release my destructive energy. He threw a punch but I blocked it then jumped to the left and landed one on him. Blood trickled down his nose but he only laughed like a maniac. He lounged forward with a high kick that sent me flying back against the cage. I laughed as I pushed forward and jumped him. I hit him in the stomach, on the face and each punch came harder than the last. But no matter how much I hit Jace, my anger wouldn't go away. I kept thinking about that fucking message from this morning where Anaya asked me and my friends to stay away from her party and that if I sent her a birthday gift, she'd burn it. For the past three years, she's never acknowledged my gifts. At first I was heartbroken that she had erased me so easily after spending twenty one years together. I can't tell you how many times I considered m

ISAAC“What are you doing here?” Anaya waved at me as I rushed over before the yacht could even finish docking. Anaya stood beside a pile of luggage, her dress clinging to her like wet paper. It was like she was under water or lacking blood. Even her smile looked creeped out. My heart dropped like a stone at the memory of what William had said to me. He had received news that Anaya and Hellen had fallen off the yacht and needed medical attention. I saw fucking red and blinding rage when I noticed that she was alone, Nash was probably around the area sucking up to his fucking mistress. I would find out what happened and they would pay tenfold if they hurt my girl. Taking a deep breath so I could focus on her, I held her hands which felt so cold,“I was worried.” I responded while giving her a small smile. “ I know you didn’t want to see me, but I had to make sure you were okay.”“When did I say that? I was actually feeling depressed that you couldn't even wish me a happy birthday.”

ANAYA“Mrs. Whitmore!” Miranda, the head cook, jumped. I remembered I heard something similar last time Angela sent me that awful tonic, but I didn’t think much about it. “Don't call me that. Answer my question.” I demanded.My eyes were burning, and somehow, the pain I wasn't feeling earlier, slowly started sinking inside my bones. The three maids stood frozen in place like they had seen a ghost, their faces drained of color as if I had sucked the air out of the room with my presence. Maybe I did. I just didn’t care. “If you make me repeat the question, we will have a fucking problem!” I took a step closer. Eleven pregnancies. All lost. I spent every night crying and blaming myself thinking something was wrong with my body. Thinking I was cursed. I went to every GYN and took all sorts of medications. My mother in law insulted me every time she saw me. Society called me names every time we announced we had lost the baby. Nash would comfort me. Tell me all will be okay and I am the