All Chapters of Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night felt endless.Zara sat on the edge of her bed, still dressed from the dinner, her fingers tracing the seam of her skirt absentmindedly. The bouquet of daisies Jayden had given her sat in a glass vase by the window, but their brightness somehow made the room feel lonelier.Her head ached not the kind of pain the doctor warned her about, but a slow, aching pulse at the center of her chest.Dinner had been… fine. At least that’s what she told her father when he asked how it went. “Fine,” she’d said with a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “They were kind.”But now, replaying the evening in her mind, she wasn’t sure what fine even meant.Jayden had been charming, patient, endlessly attentive. His laugh was easy, his gaze steady. But there was something in his smile a calculation, maybe that made her skin prickle. Every time she hesitated to remember something, he was there with a story, filling the silence before she could question it.He spoke of love their love as if

The morning sunlight slipped through her curtains like quiet fingers, brushing her face awake. For the first time in weeks, Zara hadn’t dreamed or if she had, she couldn’t remember. There was just stillness.She sat up slowly, her head feeling lighter than it had in days. Her mother’s voice drifted faintly from the kitchen, the sound of spoons clinking against ceramic. The smell of tea and cinnamon filled the house. It should’ve been comforting, grounding. But even in that peace, her thoughts tangled around a single thread that refused to let go.Leo.The name had found her again in the early hours, like a whisper she couldn’t silence. She’d woken with it on her tongue, her pulse quickening for reasons she couldn’t explain.Who was he to her, really? Everyone said he was just a business associate a friend of her father’s, a man who’d helped during her recovery. But the way he’d looked at her in the hospital, the way he’d stood just outside her door as though guarding something fragil

The bell over the café door chimed softly as Zara stepped in.The air inside smelled of roasted coffee beans and rain-soaked pavement, a scent she couldn’t remember loving yet somehow, her chest ached as though she had. The soft hum of conversation, the faint jazz floating from the speakers, the low chatter of people who didn’t know the weight of her silence it all pressed gently around her.And then she saw him.Leo was at the corner table, the same one by the window he’d chosen the last time they met. His posture was composed, but his hands betrayed him. They were clasped too tightly, the knuckles pale. When he looked up and their eyes met, something in the world seemed to pause just for a second as if the café itself had taken a breath.He rose immediately, the movement graceful but uncertain. “Zara.”She tried to smile. “Hi.”The single word sounded small, fragile, as if she wasn’t sure whether she was allowed to say it.He gestured toward the chair opposite him. “I wasn’t sur

The morning began quietly, almost too quietly. The rain clouds outside were heavy but unmoving, hanging low like they were waiting for something.Zara sat on the couch, brushing her fingers across the rim of her mug. The steam had long since vanished, leaving the tea lukewarm. Something about the silence of the house unsettled her the kind that hummed with a kind of waiting energy, like a heartbeat just before panic.Then, a knock on the door broke through the stillness.“Elena?” Zara blinked, surprised when she saw her friend standing there. She wasn’t smiling not really but she wore that same carefully arranged look she always did, half concern, half control.“Morning, sunshine,” Elena said, stepping inside like she still owned the space. She set her bag down on the counter and began glancing around. “I think I left my bracelet here last time. You remember? The silver one with the heart charm?”Zara frowned slightly. “Oh, yeah. You might’ve. I didn’t see it though.”“It must’ve fa

Zara’s POVThe hospital lights were too bright. Too white. The kind of sterile glow that made everything look more fragile than it already was.Zara stood in the corridor, her arms folded tightly around herself, eyes fixed on the red emergency sign above the door. It blinked faintly Maternity Wing Authorized Personnel Only.Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since she got the call.Fred’s voice had been rushed over the phone. “Zara, you need to come. It’s Elena. She fainted.”Elena.That name still had the power to ignite a hundred different emotions in her anger, confusion, guilt. And now, beneath it all, worry.When she arrived, Leo was already there, pacing near the nurses’ station. He looked wrecked. His shirt was half untucked, his hair disheveled, his expression distant and tight.Zara hesitated for a moment before approaching him. She hadn’t seen him like this since the night of the rain the night everything between them had begun to mend.“Leo,” she said softly.He looked up.