All Chapters of Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elena’s POVThe pale dawn light slipped through the half-open blinds, streaking across the hospital floor like broken glass. The beeping machines around her whispered softly the kind of sterile rhythm that reminded Elena she was still alive. Barely.She lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know could ache. Her throat burned from the oxygen mask, and every breath felt too loud, too heavy. The events of last night fluttered at the edges of her memory Leo’s angry face, the shouting, the dizziness, and then… nothing.Until now.She turned her head slightly. The room was empty, except for the faint hum of an IV drip and the half-drawn curtain separating her from the next bed. A nurse had left a glass of water on the table.Elena’s lips were dry, but when she reached for the glass, her hand trembled so badly she almost knocked it over.Then she heard it.Two voices outside the door low, careful, serious.“Her condition’s stabilizing,” on

Elena’s POVThe city felt heavier that morninglike the air itself had turned against her. The roads shimmered from the night’s rain, the sky still bruised with leftover clouds, and Elena’s reflection in the taxi window looked pale, fragile, and furious all at once.Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.She had heard every word the doctor said. The STD. Gonorrhea. The word had sliced through her like glass, cold and humiliating. It echoed in her head even now, bouncing off the thin walls of her chest.How?She hadn’t been with anyone since Jayden. Not one man. Not one reckless night. She’d been careful, faithfulso sure of what they had, even when he treated her like an afterthought.“Jayden must’ve been sleeping around,” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking.The taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, curious, but she turned her face away, wiping her tears before they fell. She wasn’t going to cry. Not here. Not in front of anyone.She’d spent too much of her life

When Zara opened her eyes the next morning, the first thing she saw was the soft morning light spilling through the half-drawn curtains. The air smelled faintly of rain and disinfectant the scent of hospitals still clinging to her. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her body felt heavy, but her mind… her mind was alive, pulsing with something she couldn’t name.Then, like a film reel starting to spin, the memories came again sharp, bright, and relentless.Jayden’s smirk.Elena’s laughter.The sound of thunder.And Leo standing in the rain, eyes full of quiet anguish, holding her as she slipped into unconsciousness.Zara gasped softly, pressing a hand to her temple. Her heart was beating too fast, each thump dragging another piece of the past into focus. The fall down the stairs, the doctor’s words, her confusion, the emptiness of not remembering him all of it crashed against her again like a wave that had been waiting for its moment to break.Her breath trembled. “I remember,” she whis

By the time Zara reached the Wellington building, the sun had already begun to dip, turning the glass towers gold. The world outside hummed with late-afternoon lifetraffic, laughter, the smell of roasted coffee drifting from the café across the street but she felt detached from all of it.Every step she took toward the building tightened something in her chest. She had rehearsed what she would say to him a hundred times during the drive, but now, standing before the revolving doors, every word fled.How do you confront someone who saved you and betrayed you in the same breath?The lobby was sleek and quiet. People in pressed suits passed her with polite smiles, unaware that the woman standing by the elevator had once been the scandal of this empire the girl whose name had been whispered in boardrooms and tabloids alike.She stepped into the elevator, pressed the top floor, and watched the doors close. The hum of the ascent filled the silence. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stare

The city looked different at dusk softer, quieter, almost deceitfully calm. The rain from the previous night had polished the streets until they glistened like mirrors, reflecting the amber streetlights. Elena stood by her window, one hand resting against the glass, watching the way the world moved below her.She had been awake since dawn. Sleep had become a foreign luxury,her mind was now a battlefield of humiliation and fury.Jayden’s words still burned in her ears.“I never loved you, Elena. It was always Zara.”She had replayed that sentence so many times it had begun to lose shape no longer words, just the sound of something tearing.Her pregnancy was now three months and for weeks, she’d drifted between denial and despair.But now, as she looked at her reflection in the window at her own dark eyes, sharp and unyielding, there was no trace of weakness left there.Zara had everything again her memory, her family, and Leo.Elena smiled faintly, a glimmer of cold amusement curving