Semua Bab My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Pedro HernandezSeven Years AgoAdie and I are at the countryside house outside the city. With the end of classes, we managed to find some time for ourselves. It’s been a hectic few days for her due to a semester full of extracurricular activities from medical school. I thought a romantic weekend would be a good escape from our university obligations. She’s in her third year of med school, while I’m studying business. It’s my second year, and I’m only doing it because of Max. I was still lost when I finished high school—I had no idea what I wanted to major in, but my father always said I should study to take over the company, Max Industries. I find that name a bit presumptuous—who names a company after themselves? Well, my father did. Max Industries doesn’t just operate in the industrial sector; we have a stake in electric car companies, CIO, and casino chains spread across many cities, including Vegas, the city of bets.My father left on a business trip a few days ago, which gave me

Adrielle HaleI’m at Los Angeles General Hospital, in my office. I’ve been seeing patients all morning. Some have undergone surgeries and require meticulous follow-up—I can’t risk complications like blood clots or infections. I take my job seriously and don’t want any issues with my patients, nor do I want to lose any of them.The door to my office opens, and I see Ross holding a cup of coffee. She’s my secretary—kind and attentive.“I brought you coffee, Dr. Williams. Just how you like it,” she says with a smile, setting the cup on my desk.“Thank you, Ross,” I reply, picking it up to take a sip.Even through the protective sleeve, I feel the heat against my fingers. Ross sighs as she sits in the chair across from me. She’s been a little laid-back some days this week, but I can’t blame her—I’ve been overloading her with new patients for days now.“Any appointments today, Ross?” I ask, curious about my schedule, which she usually manages.She turns to me, studying my face carefully.“

Pedro HernandezThe company is still the same, in the same place, although the employees have changed. Max never stayed with the same people for more than five years. We had a little trouble getting in, since the journalists seemed to be aware of what was going on. They surrounded my mother like hawks hunting prey. I'm glad they didn't recognize me, or I would have been shot down with enormous questions about my disappearance. Adrielle would also be shocked to find out that I was back, as would Victor, although I believe his wife has already told him.The hall is still huge, with dark marble decorating the floor and walls of the reception. We are in the headquarters, the parent company, where everything about the other branches is coordinated. If I remember correctly, a few floors above us are the casinos and at the top of the building, the administrative part of the company. The valet took our car while my mother, Bruno and I went inside.I'm still uncomfortable about this, this idea

Adrielle HaleIf I had any doubts about this man in front of me now, being Pedro or not, the nickname he just said would make everything more concrete.“That's why we should have talked before reading that shitty will.” He growls, throwing his head back. “We should have had time to sort this out before meeting like that.”“I don't want to have any kind of conversation with you, you liar.” I retort, glaring at him angrily. “And I hope I don't see you again after today.”My body has trouble obeying the commands to turn around and walk away from Pedro, it's as if there's a magnet between us, keeping me in the same room as him. I manage to turn on my heels and walk out of the room. I leave Pedro alone, I don't want to stay there. My eyes are starting to water. Oh, no. I'm reliving that pain all over again. The pain of being abandoned by a man I loved blindly. A man I thought loved me. But it turns out that Pedro only loved himself. In the end, he is identical to his father.In the hallway

Pedro HernandezI see someone standing right next to me from the corner. I know it's Bruno, who has a cup of hot coffee in his hands."Bruno, my friend" Leonard says, as if they were old friends.He's not your friend, Leonard. I would love for you to suffer the same loneliness I suffered, so I would keep you away from her. My mother would scold me for wanting people to suffer the same way I did. I barely know him and I already hate him. If he wasn't her husband, he would be someone else and I would hate him just as much. It's not personal, Leonard.Adrielle and I both have the same expression of confusion when we hear his sentence, which carries a tone of provocation towards Bruno. Apparently, neither of us knew about this closeness. And I'm wondering how he can be so shameless as to make this kind of joke, as if they were old friends."We're not friends." Bruno’s tone is cold, full of repulsion.I feel like we both hate him. Good, Bruno. Part of me wants to smile and jump for joy at