All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~Alex~“To my ever loving wife, Linda. You are the moon beneath my ruined skies, the breath inside my lungs, the only hand I crave to hold through every storm and every—”I crumple the note beneath my fingers. Around me, camera lights beam hot against my skin. The makeup crew freeze. Someone behind the monitor coughs awkwardly.I toss the paper into a trash can. “I’m not reading this bullshit. ”A horrified silence sweeps the dressing room.“What the fuck, Alex?” Suzy, the intimacy coordinator storms forward, spreading her arms.“No way in hell am I reading that bullshit, Suzy.” I raise my forefinger at her while stepping away from the camera setup. “You people are doing too much.”A stylist mutters something under her breath.Another crew member quickly pretends to focus on fixing the reflector stand.I head straight for the bar stand at the corner of the suite and grab the whiskey bottle. The liquid sloshes into the glass. Some spills over my fingers.Didn’t mean to do that.Didn’t

~Sara~ I rub a hand over my chest, steadying my breath as I step back into the hall. The guests are holding conversations among themselves now. A soft ballad plays in the background. The stage is empty—only God knows what other unsolicited assignment the MC has ventured into—and nothing seems to be going on. I walk back to my seat, settling in. Jeremy narrows his eyes at me. I raise a brow. “What?” “You left the hall,” he says carefully. “Out of the blu—” “Toilet emergency.” The words roll out of my mouth before he can finish. I adjust in my seat and look toward the stage, like something interesting is happening there. Jeremy leans forward and nods at the stage. “You know there’s nothing going on there, right?” “Well, who knows.” I shrug. “Something fun might happen, and I might miss it if I look away.” He leans back and grabs the glass of whiskey on the table, emptying the remaining contents into his mouth in one go. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a tough case, Sara,” he

~Sara♡~For a moment, time freezes.My vision blurs. A cold chill sweeps through me, and my breath comes out hot and ragged.Post-traumatic stress disorder.That’s what my therapist calls it.A psychological response that happens after experiencing or witnessing something deeply terrifying or life-threatening.Well, in my case, having two brothers dump you for the “better” woman they thought was worthy? Yeah. Apparently, that’s enough to trigger it.My therapist did say healing isn’t linear, that it takes time and distance from the thing that broke you.But how am I supposed to heal when I keep getting dragged back to the very people who caused it?Pathetic.“Miss Jane!” The MC’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, snapping me back to reality.I flinch, jerking my head toward the stage to see him smiling. Like this is entertainment. He gestures again. “Please, Miss Jane. A few words for the couple.”I don’t even know when I move.It’s like my body disconnects from me, and I’m w

~Sara♡~Go to hell?I scoff.More like he should go to hell.“You know this is like the thousandth time you’ve scoffed, mumbled something, or glared at the road like you’re about to murder someone since we left the hotel,” Jeremy says from behind the wheel, steering us down the dimly lit road.I lean back against the passenger seat, resting my head on the headrest as I cross my arms over my chest. “Unless you enjoy getting ganged up on by your ex-boyfriend’s wife at their anniversary party, then being vexed is pretty normal.”He chuckles.“But you seemed fine after that dramatic speech ending." He says. "Not many people stay pissed after giving the middle finger.”“Well, I am.” I shoot him an irritated look, my lips flattening into a hard line. “It’s just so infuriating.”“Mmh-hmm.” Both his brows lift mischievously. “Why do I have this feeling you’re not really angry at the guests, but at someone else?”I jerk my head toward him sharply. “Someone else?”“Yeah.” He glances at me from

~Sara~The best way to kill a snake is to cut off its head.Well… unless the snake is a hydra.Linda and Celine definitely cooked this whole thing up to destroy me.They thought dropping the video right after the anniversary disaster would finally bury me for good, but they forgot one important thing.The truth.And the truth always finds a way to crawl back to the surface.I scoff under my breath. “Who would’ve thought such an annoying phrase would actually comfort me one day?”Maybelline and my PA exchange concerned looks, probably because I’ve spent the last ten minutes pacing around the office muttering to myself and randomly grinning like a lunatic.Maybelline shakes her head before adjusting the phone clipped to the tripod. She steps back and gives it one final inspection.“You ready, ma’am?” she asks brightly, sounding exactly like one of those overenthusiastic moms sending their eight-year-olds onto a peewee football field for the first time.I straighten my blazer and nod onc