Todos los capítulos de Surrogate for my Ex-Fiancé’s Brother: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Timothy's POV I coordinated Teresa's search with an intensity that frightened even me.Sleep became optional. Food became irrelevant. Everything that wasn't finding Teresa disappeared from my awareness.I threw unlimited resources at the problem.Money, people, technology, connections.Whatever it took.Carson worked around the clock with a team of investigators I had hired. The best in the country. Former FBI, former CIA. People who specialized in finding the unfindable."We traced Teresa's phone signal," Carson said on Tuesday afternoon. "It went dark Saturday night at ten fourteen PM and the last location was the gala venue.""The terrace?""Yes. She was on the terrace when the signal stopped transmitting."That confirmed it. She had disappeared from exactly where witnesses said she went."What about security footage?"Carson's expression darkened. "We have footage of Teresa stepping onto the terrace alone. Then nothing.""What do you mean nothing?""The cameras covering that spec

Kasey's POV I pressed my face against the window so hard it hurt.Kylie was beside me doing the same thing.We had been standing here for hours, waiting and watching the street below.Tobias said Daddy would call when he found Teresa. That we should try to rest. That everything would be okay.But I couldn't rest or sleep or do anything except stand here and watch.Because Teresa was hurting, and I could feel it in my chest, like something was squeezing my heart really tight.Kylie felt it too. I knew because she kept touching her chest in the same spot.We didn't talk about it. We didn't need to.Some things you just know.Just then the ambulance appeared.It came down the street with its lights flashing but no siren.I grabbed Kylie's hand."Look," I whispered.The ambulance stopped in front of our building and the back doors opened and people in uniforms started moving fast.They pulled out a stretcher. And Teresa was on it.Kylie made a sound. Like a gasp and a cry at the same tim

Timothy's POV Mira's arrest brought temporary peace.Derek was still in custody. The investigation was ongoing. But both of them were locked up where they couldn't hurt anyone.It should have felt like a victory. But instead, it felt… fragile. Like something that could shatter at any moment.I watched Teresa recover over the following days.Watched how thin she had become. How the hospital gowns hung on her frame in ways that made my chest tight.Watched how her eyes looked haunted even when she smiled. Like part of her was still back in that warehouse. Still bound and waiting for something terrible to happen.Something changed permanently inside me during those days.The anger I had felt witnessing Derek kiss her in my living room felt distant now.What was jealousy compared to the terror of Teresa disappearing entirely?What did one misunderstood moment matter when I had almost lost her forever?I had been a fool. I had let pride and hurt override judgement. Had fired her and banne

Teresa's POV The morning after felt like stepping carefully around broken glass.Nothing had shattered. Nothing had been said that couldn't be unsaid. But the air between Timothy and me carried the weight of what almost happened on that beach, and I moved through breakfast with the awareness of someone who knew exactly how fragile the moment was.The call about Mrs. Williams had turned out to be minor. A routine authorization Timothy needed to approve before his mother's medical team could adjust her medication. Nothing urgent. Nothing life-threatening.But it had broken the spell completely.By the time Timothy returned to the villa the previous night, the moment between us had cooled into something quieter. We had said goodnight with a distance that felt both necessary and unbearable. I had laid awake for hours staring at the ceiling, replaying every second on that beach, every word he said, every place his hands had been.I told myself it was good that we were interrupted. And I a

Timothy's POV Something was wrong.I knew it from the way she walked towards the jet with her bag pressed close to her side and her eyes fixed straight ahead, like looking back might cost her something she couldn't afford to lose. I knew it from the way she had quickly refused my offer to come with her with that particular brand of refusal she used when a decision was already made and no argument in the world was going to change it.Teresa Sawyer had been lying to me.Not about small things. Not about anything simple.I stood on the airstrip long after the jet had disappeared into the blue and told myself I was being irrational. She was a doctor. Medical emergencies happened. People had professional crises that had nothing to do with anyone else and everything to do with their work.I told myself that for exactly two days before I called Carson.He was in my suite within the hour, his expression already arranged into the neutrality he used when he suspected I wasn't going to like wha