บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Adrielle Hale I couldn't eat breakfast. Not after what I heard Minnie say. I blindly trusted her with my daughter's safety, and yet Leonard hurt her. I'm trying to convince myself there's not much she could do, considering she's already advanced in years and Leonard is a young, strong, and ill-tempered man. He's truly cruel. How did Max allow this boy to grow up like this? If he was raised the same way as Pedro, why are the two so different? I think the answer lies in their maternal upbringing. Leonard was raised by Amanda; I don't see her as a loving mother; she's rude and unkind. Things always have to go her way, or her son's way. Pedro, on the other hand, was raised by Sofia, who was always very kind and caring; of course, this would reflect on the man he is. I hope Abby's memories of Leonard's cruel actions are erased by Pedro's kindness and love. I know he will do anything to ensure she feels loved and protected. And I don't think I could do that. Not even I felt loved and prot

Adrielle Hale Pedro and I enter the house in silence. I know he doesn't want to dwell on the subject of Fernando, and I don't want to press the issue further. His aunts, Alejandra and Margarita, are in the living room with Sofia and Fernando. Abby is among them, chatting animatedly about the news. "Yes, Mom and I are living with my dad," she says calmly, looking at her aunts. "My dad said he's going to make an aquarium at home. And we're going to see turtles later." I give a small smile. When I look at Pedro, he also has a small smile, his eyes fixed on our daughter. "Knowing your dad, he'll try to put a turtle in the aquarium," Sofia says, with a laugh of someone who knows her son very well. We approach, and their attention turns to us, including Fernando's. "If I don't stop him, he really will put one in the aquarium." I say, as I approach. Sofia laughs before standing up and walking over to hug me. “Please, set boundaries for both of you,” she asks cheerfully. “I’m glad you

Pedro Hernandez The streets are busy, as they are every day. Cars form lines, due to traffic jams downtown. My plan is to take a shortcut to the police station and look for less crowded routes. Adie is beside me, silent. She was like that during lunch and said very little. Fernando chattered nonstop, making me uncomfortable, always looking for something to talk about. What he said about meeting a woman from his past is still on my mind. Was he talking about my mother? We didn't bring Abby with us; we'll stop by my mother's house to pick her up. "You're quiet," I comment, glancing at Adrielle before turning back to the streets. I touch her hand and caress it. "What's going on?" "I'm fine." His voice is soft, reassuring. "I'm just thinking about Leonard's things. What's in the folder he didn't let me see." I let out a heavy sigh and stare out the window as we stop at the traffic light. My whole body shivers from trying to hide this from her. The photos I saw of the children made my

Pedro HernandezI take a deep breath and lower the brush, letting it touch my shirt and leave a white paint mark. It's not something I care much about right now. I leave the paints and brush in the case and straighten my posture. Abby has a desk in her room, and I lean against it as I watch Victor try to think of the best way for us to talk about this. The smell of the waves fills the room and, for a second, makes me wish he could take with him all the hurt we have, the stress we've been through, and all the pain we've faced."Terrible things." My voice is a whisper, muffled by the pain of having to constantly remember how he touched my daughter. "He has several victims. Children, Victor…" I lift my head to look at him.His eyes are wide, fixed on me. Victor's breath is labored, caused by the impact of my words. We both have small children. Two children. But only one of them was touched by that monster."He…?" I know what you want to ask, and I also know you don't have the strength to

Adrielle Hale "Adie…" His blue eyes stare at me, searching for some sign that everything is okay. But I'm not okay. His arms are still around me, holding me to him as if I might slip away at any moment. And I really want to. I remain silent. The room—the environment around us—is silent, silenced by the terrifying tension gripping us. My lips tremble, and I still can't control my breathing. I can't control the tears. "Adie… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please…" His tone is subtle, light. But I hear his concern clearly in his voice. "I shouldn't yell at you; this isn't your fault." "I don't like you yelling at me, Pedro." My voice is tearful. "It makes me relive everything all over again." His hand caresses my cheek, as if trying to show that everything is okay. "Forgive me for yelling. Please." His voice is broken, as if he also realizes how it destroys me to experience this again. "I said it would be a safe love. And I will deliver." I sniff, but my arms are still trying to push h