All Chapters of Getting back at my ex with his billionaire stepbrother : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 147: The Weight of GraceZara’s POVThe internet had always been a double-edged sword a mirror and a blade, reflecting what it loved and cutting what it envied.Zara knew that better than anyone. She had lived through it the worship, the slander, the hashtags that crowned and crucified her all in the same breath. But this morning felt different. The tide, for once, had shifted.Her phone was a flood of notifications, a thousand apologies disguised as comments, messages, tagged posts.> “We were wrong about you, Zara.”“You didn’t deserve what they did.”“I’m sorry for believing the rumors.”“Elena finally admitted everything… I hope you’re okay.”She scrolled through them slowly, her fingers trembling slightly. Some messages were long confessions from strangers who had joined the hate bandwagon back then. Others were short, simple hearts and “stay strongs.” But all of them carried the same undertone: remorse.And beneath that, something Zara hadn’t felt from the internet in

Leo’s POVThe hospital was quiet again too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against the walls and made breathing feel like a disruption.Leo sat outside the emergency ward, his elbows resting on his knees, his shirt still wrinkled from the chaos of the morning. Fred paced near the vending machine, his phone in hand but forgotten. The blinking red light above the door was the only sound, the steady hum of machines and footsteps echoing down the hall.Zara was beside Leo, her hands clasped tightly around his. Her knuckles were pale, trembling every few seconds. She hadn’t said much since they brought Elena in just fragments of words, prayers under her breath.The events of the last twenty-four hours had blurred together Elena’s collapse, the panic, the rush to get her to the hospital. She had been weak when they found her, her body frail after premature labor, her pulse fading in Leo’s arms as he carried her inside.Now, all that was left was waiting.Fred exhaled, finally bre

The hallway smelled like antiseptic and rain. Somewhere outside, the morning had started, but inside the hospital, time moved slower as if grief had its own rhythm. Leo stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the faint reflection of Zara sitting on one of the plastic chairs. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen from crying, her body rigid in that still way people only get when they’re trying not to fall apart.Zara hadn’t spoken since.Fred had gone to get the discharge papers; the air between them all was heavy and careful. Leo’s mind drifted to Elena the stubborn, fiery girl who had caused so much chaos and still somehow looked small when the doctor pulled the white curtain around her bed. She had whispered one thing before slipping into exhaustion. Tell Zara I’m sorry.He hadn’t answered. There were no right words.Zara sat forward now, elbows on her knees, eyes fixed on the floor. The overhead light caught the silver in her tears, though she wasn’t crying anymore just breath

Jayden’s POV The drive home felt endless. The city outside was awake cars honking, lights flashing, people rushing to work but for Jayden, everything moved in slow motion. His hands were still trembling on the steering wheel. The doctor’s words kept replaying in his head, sharp and unforgiving.You’ve tested positive.He’d thought he could handle it after all, he’d faced worse storms. But this wasn’t like the scandals or the gossip blogs. This was his body turning against him, his mistakes finally taking form.By the time he reached the Bennett mansion, the sunlight had faded into dull gray. The house looked different colder somehow, like even the walls knew something was wrong. His father’s car was parked outside, but the sight didn’t comfort him.Inside, the living room lights were on, spilling harsh yellow across the floor. His father stood near the bar counter, a glass in hand, the other gripping a pile of documents. He looked older than Jayden remembered the kind of old that d

Jayden’s POVThe silence after Leo left was worse than the confrontation itself.Jayden stood in the center of the grand hall, staring at the door that had just closed behind him. His father was still on his knees, trembling, his head bowed in defeat. The air felt suffocating and thick with humiliation, with the sharp stench of pride that had just been torn apart.For a long time, Jayden couldn’t move. His hands were clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms until the pain gave him something real to hold onto.Leo’s voice still echoed in his head.Your company’s life for your access to hers.It rang like a curse.Jayden’s breath hitched, fury crawling up his throat like acid. “You begged him,” he said finally, his voice low and shaking.Mr. Bennett didn’t respond.“You got on your knees and begged him like some desperate street beggar!”“Enough,” his father whispered, his tone ragged.“Enough?” Jayden’s voice rose. “You humiliated this family. You humiliated me!”Mr. Bennett’