Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Half-Brother's Wife: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Pedro HernandezI gave Adrielle a week, as she asked. I haven't gotten close to her and we haven't even seen each other in the last few days. Abby hasn't been to my house either and I imagine it's because she's afraid of seeing me. My own daughter is afraid of me, that's unbelievable. My body goes rigid thinking that she's projecting her fears onto me. I can't imagine how someone could have traumatized her so much that she'd be so scared just by being alone with me. Leonard's name is still in my head, circling like a vulture. I don't want to be right, I don't even want to think that he could be the cause.I try to organize my thoughts as I go down the stairs. I think this is a good thing, or I'll get angry before I go to Victor's house. According to my friend, we're having dinner with friends. If I remember correctly, that was an excuse to drink. Even with his responsibilities, he's still a braggart.What a surprise.My mother appears in the entrance hall just as I'm about to leave. T

Pedro HernandezI sit on the sidewalk after giving my statement to the police. Victor insisted that we should notify them and didn't even wait for me to make a decision about it. I discovered that the car that was pulling up was Jackson's car, Adrielle's brother. I'm glad they're okay, but I know that the only target is me.Victor is talking to a man with curly black hair. I can't imagine who he is, but he was accompanying Jackson in his car. I can see that they both have a gold ring on their ring finger and I wonder about that. I don't remember Adrielle mentioning her brother's sexuality or anything like that. Maybe he wasn't as open as he seems today. Jackson doesn't seem like the same teenager he was seven years ago. He's well-dressed, in casual clothes.I look back at my car, which is being towed. Lyla said that we should notify my mother about this, but I refused. I called Bruno, because I knew he could help me and wouldn't cause any harm to my mother's health. I don't want you t

Pedro HernandezJackson's tone is full of disdain, as if I were someone so despicable that he can barely bear to mention my name. How ironic. The person who is truly despicable seems to have all the kindness of others, while I carry the anger and resentment that is left."Why are you acting like this?" Adrielle asks her brother, as if she is bothered by his rudeness."Why are you acting like he is a poor guy? How can you still believe his lies after all these years?" His tone is serious and full of anger. Jackson's eyes focus on his sister, with resentment and growing anger. "Last week you said you couldn't deal with his return and now it seems you have forgiven him."Adrielle doesn't answer him, she just shakes her head in denial. I can hear her mutter something so low that it is almost inaudible, but I can still understand it."You are unbelievable."Perfect, the tense atmosphere is back!The fog hangs over us again, but this time it's not my fault. Neither of us dares to say anythi

Adrielle HalePedro analyzes me silently, as if he needed it to choose his words. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly. His hard, cold expression softens when he looks back at me. The trees around us start to sway, indicating that rain is about to fall. I can't tell if it's the tense atmosphere between us or the strong storm that's approaching. We're still, our gazes focused on each other. I can almost see him switching between my eyes and my mouth, but Pedro seems to be scolding himself for it. His cold, hard eyes focus on the grass below our feet. I feel like he wants to hide from the conversation in the intensity of the green grass, but I can't let him do that.His hands come out of his pockets and his arms cross, tightening the muscles there. Pedro's expression is frowning, as if he's displeased with something we're talking about. It's almost like he's a patient of mine, the difference is that we have a daughter and I'm telling him truths that he doesn't want to acc

Pedro HernandezI walk down the long, bright hallway of Angela's clinic. People are milling about everywhere, their conversations so low they become a murmur, almost as if we were in the hospital. I notice the walls becoming more colorful, full of life, as I walk. I imagine it's the children's area. Now I see children walking with their parents, an ice cream cone in their hands melting in the scorching Los Angeles heat.California really is hotter.I see a boy leaving the office of a woman with tightly curled, dark-skinned hair. She offers him a smile, intent on making him comfortable. He raises his palm and shakes it goodbye, before taking the hand of a man waiting patiently outside the room. I can see that the chairs here are colorful but have a calming feel; the white reflects this calmness very well.“Until the next section, Diego. The woman says, with a wide smile, toward the boy, who is leaving with someone I imagine to be his father.”I hope one day I can walk with my daughter