All Chapters of I Fell to my Brother's best Friend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eunice ““Eunice…?” His voice cracked on my name like glass shattering in slow motion. Half question. Half nightmare come to life. I froze. The air turned thick, suffocating. All the blood drained from his face as the same brutal truth that just punched me in the soul slammed into him too. His eyes,those same stupid, beautiful eyes I used to drown in, darted to Devon. Panic clawed up my throat. My fingers dug into my son’s tiny shoulder like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Please don’t look too close. Please don’t see. “I… this is… unexpected,” I choked out, forcing my voice to stop shaking. “Of all the doctors in this godforsaken city… it had to be you.” He just stared. For one cruel second, I swear I saw something raw flicker in his gaze—hurt, confusion, regret maybe. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the ten-year-old secret standing right beside me. Ten years of walls. Lies. Silence. I wasn’t letting them collapse in one heartbeat.

Eunice For the next little while, Frederick kept everything light. He made Devon laugh, teased him about his chicken obsession, and somehow managed to pull my mind away from the hospital, away from him. Even if it was just for a little while, it was a mercy I desperately needed. “Are you loving that chicken, buddy?” Frederick asked, grinning at Devon, who was demolishing his meal like it was a mission. “Yup..!” Devon nodded vigorously, lips glossy with grease and pure bliss. We both laughed—soft, warm, the kind of sound that almost felt like normal life again. “I remembered this was your favorite place, so I thought we’d come here,” Frederick said softly, leaning over to wipe the corner of Devon’s mouth with a napkin. My lips curved into a smile I didn’t even try to stop. They looked so perfect together. Anyone passing by would’ve sworn they were father and son. Then Frederick’s gaze slid to me, soft and curious. “So… how’d the checkup go? Did they adjust his meds?”

Denver The second we burst through the clinic doors, time slowed. I cradled Devon like he was the most fragile thing in the universe, lowering him onto the crisp white examination bed with trembling hands. My fingers flew, tray, drawers, vials, everything pristine, brand new, waiting for this exact nightmare moment. Thank God I actually prepared this place. It only took a minute to prepare the injection. I administered the antihistamine carefully, watching the slow rise and fall of his little chest. While the medicine worked its magic, I monitored his vitals. Heart rate. Breathing. Oxygen levels. Stable. Just a moderate asthma flare-up. Allergic trigger. Nothing more sinister. I turned to Eunice, keeping my voice low and steady. “It’s not severe. Just his allergies acting up. The antihistamine will calm everything down soon.” She exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for hours. Her fingers drifted to Devon’s small hand, brushing over his knuckles so tenderly my c

Denver’s POVThe lab envelope felt heavier than it should have in my hands.I sat in my parked car outside the hospital, staring at the single word printed in bold black ink across the results page.Positive.I’d known, somewhere deep in my gut, in the way Devon’s eyes mirrored mine, in the shape of his jaw when he smiled, but seeing it confirmed still knocked the air out of my lungs.Devon was mine.My son.Ten years.Ten entire years I’d missed. First steps, first words, scraped knees, bedtime stories, nightmares, birthdays, fevers. Eunice had carried every single one of those moments alone while I… what? Built a career? Ran from guilt? Told myself she was better off without me?The shame burned hot and low in my chest.I deserved whatever came next. A slap. A scream. A door slammed in my face forever. Anything but the coward’s path I’d taken for a decade.I started the engine before I could talk myself out of it.Her apartment building looked exactly the way I remembered from two d

Eunice’s POVMy whole body was trembling as the words exploded out of me like shattered glass.“What right do you even have to run a DNA test behind my back? Without a single word to me?” My voice cracked, sharp and raw, every syllable dripping with ten years of buried rage.Denver’s head bowed low, his broad shoulders slumping like the weight of the world had finally crushed him. “I’m so sorry, Eunice. I know I had no right. None.” His voice came out hoarse, barely above a broken whisper. “But I was drowning. Desperate. I needed to know… needed to know he was mine. That I finally had someone, someone real, who could be mine.”“Yours?” The laugh that ripped from my throat was bitter, ugly, tasting like poison. “After vanishing for a whole decade? No calls, no visits, no nothing, and now you dare call him yours? The audacity, Denver. The absolute nerve.”“Eunice, enough.” Mama’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, calm but unyielding. “Stop dumping it all on him. The truth i