MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

AUTHOR’S POV. Sarah woke up slowly with an excruciating pain spreading through her body. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the bright white lights above her. “Sarah…” a familiar voice said softly.She turned her head slightly.Tami was sitting beside the bed.The moment Tami realised Sarah was awake, her face lit up with relief and happiness. She stood up quickly, leaning over her.“You’re awake,” Tami said, smiling widely. “Thank God. You scared us.”Sarah swallowed and tried to speak, but her voice came out weak. “What… what happened?”“Easy,” Tami said quickly, pressing a gentle hand to Sarah’s arm. “Don’t rush. You’ve been through a lot.”Sarah’s brows pulled together. Her hand moved slowly to her stomach, resting there protectively. Fear flashed through her eyes. “The baby?” she asked.Tami smiled again. “The baby is fine. Very fine.” She squeezed Sarah’s hand. “You’re strong. Both of you.”Sarah let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her face. She closed her eyes

MICHELLE’S POV. I rushed back to the company. Everything was just crashing in my head. I haven't been so excited like this in my life. So many things revealed in one day. I was surprised Damien didn't try to abduct me. He just left like someone who had just seen his life flash before him — honestly he did.I pulled into the company parking lot and sat there for a moment, breathing hard, forcing myself to calm down.I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.Tami must have been the one behind everything. And now that I thought about it, she’d been around the company far more than necessary when I was still handling the project.I got out of the car and went straight inside.Kieran was going through a document. The moment he saw me, he slammed the file shut and placed it in his drawer. “What happened?” he asked sharply. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I could say the same about you. I dropped my purse on the chair and sank into the other one. My body suddenly felt heavy, like all the

KIERAN'S POV. I was at Damien's office — or should I say what used to be his office. I watched the janitor throw every piece of his personal belongings to the trash. Call me childish for leaving my piled‑up table to come supervise this. But I wasn’t taking any chances. I wanted everything that belonged to Damien — even his dust — gone.Who would have guessed that the perfect way to get rid of Damien was to use the one thing he never thought would betray him — Sarah. I knew Sarah was carrying a girl. As soon as she came to the house, I had her blood sample taken and sent to the lab. I didn't tell Michelle any of this because I wanted her to have her moment. Lies… I didn't care about Michelle so I didn't tell her but when I saw how deep Michelle had fallen into Damien's trap, I had to use his method. Sarah was a good actor, I have to give her that. The plan was to make her get a confession out of Damien, but the detective called to inform me that Tami was the culprit behind everyth

MICHELLE’S POV. I stood in front of the mirror, holding the perfume bottle with shaky fingers. I sprayed one last time and breathed it in. My dress hugged me tighter than I liked. I turned a little to the side and frowned at my reflection.I sighed.I had grown fatter. Not a lot, but enough for me to look like a pregnant hippo trying out a wedding dress. I pressed my lips together and poked my stomach lightly, like it might disappear if I kept poking it. I wasn't the type to body shame people. But I knew what I was seeing — pig. “Get it together, Michelle,” I muttered. “It’s just a dress.”Still, I sucked in my stomach and adjusted the fabric. Today was a great day, and I wasn't going to be the topic of the day. The door opened behind me and Kieran walked in. He was already dressed in his suit, and for a second, my mind went blank. The suit was black, sharp, and fit him like it was made only for him. The white shirt underneath was clean and bright, the top button undone just en

Kieran's pov. I led Esme into my study, already decided on what I was going to do — I was going to kill her if I had to.I don't beat women, but that doesn't mean I won't kill them if they are a threat. As soon as we entered the room, I slowly closed the door, and turned to her with a murderous look. She walked over to my desk, completely unaware of what was going to happen to her if she got on my nerves. I followed her quietly, she suddenly turned to me, her face soaked with tears. “I don't know anything about you,” she said quickly. I stopped, and raised a brow. What the hell was she talking about?“I only said all that because I wanted us to talk—privately,” she explained.I stepped back, unsure whether to feel relieved or angry. She’d gambled with her life for nothing—it seemed she’d grown dumber with the years.“Kieran,” she called, rushing toward me. I raised a hand, halting her in her tracks.Her eyes widened, shock flashing her face. What was she expecting? Kisses? Hugs