Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Adrielle HaleThe sun shines through the window, through the white curtains, and the light floods the room. I wait for her to wake up, but her eyes are still closed. I stroke her hair and still search for an explanation for what happened yesterday. Pedro's eyes seemed lost, as if he was also trying to understand what happened. There was confusion in his tone, but he seemed to be suffocated too. I think this also scared him, just like it did me. He didn't dare approach us when I touched my daughter to calm her down. Pedro just remained in a secluded corner, with his blue eyes focused on the two of us.It feels like I'm going into a fog, I can't think of anything I could have done to leave Abby like this. They seemed to be getting along well when I left them. And suddenly, I get a call from Sofia telling me about this. It's confusing. I'm sinking into confusion, like quicksand under my feet that pulls me to the ground with each passing second.Abby moves in bed, her small body trapped u

Adrielle HaleAbby is sitting on the couch, surrounded by her grandparents and Archie. Jackson brought the video game so the kids can have fun. It distracted Abby, but it wasn't enough. I stood in a corner, watching her movements and the shadow of a smile on her face. Abby was gripping the video game controllers harder than necessary. Her smile was a shadow of its former self. Something was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it. Adrian stops beside me and watches our kids together, having fun with their grandparents in a racing game."Are you worried about her?" His voice is calm and reassuring.Adrian has always been this calm, ever since I met him. Unlike Jackson, who is always a hurricane. I think they are a good match. However, he is a journalist, it is important for him to be calm and know how to talk to people. His work depends on how he relates to others."I have to find out what happened yesterday." I cross my arms over my chest and take a deep breath. I have trouble abs

Pedro HernandezI feel a gentle breeze hit me, although it is hot in Los Angeles, there is also a cool draft. I still remain in the same chair I sat in, I have no intention of leaving. In fact, I have nowhere to go. I don't want to go to the company yet, I know I will face Leonard and Amanda as soon as I get there. I need a week to prepare for this, but when I set foot in that company, things will be different. I will find someone I can trust to help me investigate some things in secret. I think everyone has their price.My words sound cold, calculating. Like his. A chill runs down my spine as I realize the similarity.I hear footsteps behind me. Footsteps that I still recognize despite the years that have passed. I feel a tension take over both of us when the woman with flaming red hair sits right in front of me. Her eyes are apprehensive, but they reveal her interest in the subject we need to talk about. They also carry fear and nervousness. The lips are slightly pressed against eac

Adrielle HaleI get out and walk towards the door. Adrian and Jack's car is still parked outside and I know it's still here. I can hear the kids yelling at each other in some room in the house. I take a few steps until I'm in the living room, where I see the two of them sitting on the couch with a wooden Pick Up Sticks game on the coffee table. The two kids are technical while the adults seem to be reading the news from the newspaper on a tablet. Only Jackson and Adrian are all there. I can't tell where my mom and dad are.I leave my shoulder bag on a table in the corner and approach with light steps. Abby seems to have equipment to pick up the small sticks on the table. I hear Jackson grumble, as he tilts his head back slightly. His eyes are still focused on the newspaper."I'm already talking about him," he growls, with a tone of disgust.Adrian turns to his husband, frowning. He stretches his body slightly towards my brother and tries to read something on the tablet.“I need to get

Adrielle Hale“I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams, but Dr. Clarkson can’t see you anymore. There was a little scheduling problem.” The secretary’s tone is filled with nervousness and hesitation.Shit.I’ve lost count of how many psychologists I’ve tried this week. Twenty, at least. And they all refuse to help. I’m starting to think it’s some kind of pyramid scheme, where they carry a list of things they pass on to each clinic about my daughter.“What are you saying?” I ask, irritated at having my expectations dashed once again. “You told me she would know how to deal with my daughter’s problem. We had an agreement. Please, this is the fourth clinic today.”My tone is tired and full of pleading. My body is heavy, weighed down by the fear that I won’t find a solution. Not even the contacts I have can see my daughter. I’ve been to several of them throughout the week and none of them have been willing to help me. Leonard tells me to give up and leave things as they are. He accompanies me and never