Todos los capítulos de All I want for Christmas is my ex husband’s twin brother : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

LISA I sat on the couch for almost two hours… staring at the walls… flipping channels… then staring at the ceiling…. Brian already left before I woke up and I was bored out of my mind. Completely bored. “Ughhh,” I groaned, throwing my head back. I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t crippled. I just got my damn head slammed into a wall. Okay… maybe that sounded a little bad. But still… I could breathe. I could walk. And I had work to finish. Especially with the competition coming up on the 23rd of December. It was approaching fast. Way too fast. I stood up, brushing down my clothes. “No way I’m sitting at home and doing nothing.” Even if I’m not the one designing, sewing…. , I had to watch them do it, to ensure they were fast Brian would probably scold me if he knew I left the house. But I’d just text him later and say I was fine. I quickly took a bath, watching my head injury carefully. I got dressed in no time and was about stepping out of the house wh

LISA When I got home, my head was full. Really full. Adrian’s face, his stupid fake tears… the way he looked when I told him the truth. The fact that my head still hurt when I try to think and sometimes it stings without pressure. Everything was too much. The house was quiet, and that helped a little. I closed the door behind me, let out a breath, and leaned on it for a second. “Okay… relax,” I muttered to myself. I dumped my bag on the couch and walked around the living room, touching things just to keep my hands busy. I straightened the pillows even though they were already fine. I folded the blanket even though it was already folded. I was restless…. It was visible. I kept hearing the words: “ The baby is Brian’s.”I said those words and they were true… but I didn’t want to accept the truth. I tell ruin everything…. Every time my brain replayed it, my stomach flipped. I needed to cook. Cooking always calmed me down…. I wouldn’t like to stress my brain by drawing

ADRAIN Monica didn’t stop talking.Not for one second.Not even after her phone was in pieces on the floor.She followed me around the house like an angry mosquito.“You’re unbelievable, Adrian! Do you know how much that phone cost?! I had my pictures, my messages, my work stuff…” “You don’t work,” I muttered.“Yes I do!!! I’m a model Adrian!! I have some contracts there you know.” She threw her hands in the air dramatically.“You’re crazy. Actually crazy. Who breaks someone’s phone?! Are you out of your mind?! Do you know how much I paid for it..” “That phone was three months old,” I interrupted.“It lasted longer than some of your old relationships!” she snapped.I gave her a dead stare.“ I mean before lisa… but…” She kept going.“And why did you even break it?! Because of Lisa?! Because she’s posting pictures with Brian..” “Monica,” I growled, rubbing my forehead, “stop talking.”“No! I won’t stop! That phone was the only thing…” “I ordered you a new one.”She stopped mid-r

BRIAN It was morning already and the thought of sending the video to Adrian kept confusing me. I watched the video over and over again. What I was meant to send to Adrian was a fake kiss… but now it’s real and it was clearly there. I couldn’t get enough of our kiss before I turned the camera off…. Damn!!. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I picked up my phone, staring at the video for the up tenth time. A smirk spread across my face. “He’s going to lose it.“ Without hesitation anymore, I hit send. Seconds later, the message showed **delivered**. Then **seen**. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again. A single word: **Adrian:** *You’re dead.* I leaned back, trying not to laugh…. The guy was mad, and honestly, I kind of enjoyed knowing I’d gotten under his skin…. I’m definitely sure he didn’t watch the vid completely before responding to it. Then I pictured him. Furiously pacing. Fuming. Obsessed. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill…. I loved seeing him this wa

LISA My hands were shaking from the cold by the time I got home. The thought of the guards following me even when I tried to loose them got me rolling my eyes. I closed the door behind me quietly, leaning my forehead against the cool wood for a second longer than necessary. My chest felt tight, like I’d been holding my breath since I left Brian’s office and only now remembered how to breathe again…. All I wanted was to go to Brian’s office… I even had to tell the driver I’d go alone but they…. Just then, as I mentioned Brian’s office, I remembered him. The image of him bruised, bleeding, trying to smile even as it hurt didn’t leave my head… he didn’t want to look broken in front of me. I kicked off my shoes and walked further inside, shrugging out of my coat. I dropped onto the couch and stared at nothing. Why did I come there like that? Why did I come in there in the first place. And why did seeing that nurse so close to him feel like someone dragged nails down my spine?