All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I almost didn’t go.Even after Eric sent the location, I spent nearly twenty minutes staring at my reflection while debating if meeting him was worth the stress that would definitely follow after. Nothing involving Eric had ever been good. Still, I went anyway.Maybe curiosity was a disease.Or maybe a part of me wanted answers badly enough to ignore my better judgement.The restaurant Eric chose was one of those expensive places where everyone looked polished and conversations stayed quiet enough to pretend rich people didn’t have problems. The lights were dim, soft music playing in the background while waiters moved between tables with practiced smiles.The moment I stepped inside, I spotted him immediately.Eric sat near the far corner beside the window, dressed neatly in dark clothes while a half finished drink rested in front of him. At first I thought he was on the phone because his lips were moving slightly, but when I looked closer, there was no phone in sight.He

꧁࿇ Ｅｒｉｃ࿇꧂The moment Tim left the restaurant, I almost called after him.Almost.My hand even twitched slightly against the table like my body wanted to stop him before my pride could. But in the end I stayed where I was, watching his figure disappear past the glass doors while the waiter approached to ask if I wanted another drink.I said yes.Not because I wanted alcohol, I just didn’t want to go home yet. The restaurant was quieter now compared to when Tim first arrived. A few couples sat scattered around the room speaking softly while glasses clinked occasionally against expensive plates. Somewhere in the background soft piano music played, calm enough to make someone forget how ugly life actually was.I leaned back against the chair and stared down at the whiskey in front of me.Tim was getting married, the thought settled strangely inside my chest.Maybe because somewhere deep down I already knew there was never going to be a version of life where he chose me. Not after everyth

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I didn’t think I was ready for Eric’s funeral.Even while standing outside the church beside Frank with my fingers locked tightly around his hand, it still didn’t feel real. The weather was cold enough to make my skin sting slightly and the sky above looked dull and grey, matching the heavy atmosphere surrounding the crowd gathered outside.People dressed in black moved quietly around the entrance, speaking in hushed voices while soft music echoed faintly from inside the building.Frank squeezed my hand once. “You don’t have to stay long if it gets too much.”I looked at him briefly before shaking my head. “I’ll stay.”Because no matter how messy things became between me and Eric, no matter how complicated everything ended up, I still couldn’t imagine not showing up for him one last time.Frank didn’t argue after that.He simply stayed beside me as we walked into the church together. The inside smelled faintly of flowers and candle wax. Rows of people already filled most o

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂Tim barely spoke to me after we got back from the funeral.The entire drive home had been quiet, the kind of silence that sat heavily between two people after a fight where both sides knew lines had been crossed. He kept staring out the window while I focused on the road, replaying every single thing we said to each other inside my head.Especially the part where I asked if he still had feelings for Eric.Even now it sounded stupid.Worse than stupid.I gripped the steering wheel tighter at the memory before finally pulling into the driveway. The moment the car stopped, Tim stepped out immediately without waiting for me. He didn’t slam the door this time, which somehow felt worse.I watched him disappear inside the house before following after him a few seconds later.By the time I entered, he was already halfway upstairs. “Tim.”He paused briefly but didn’t turn around.“I need a minute,” he said quietly before continuing upstairs.Then he disappeared into the bedroo

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Getting married tonight was honestly one of the most absurd decisions Frank and I had ever made.And considering the kind of lives we lived, that was saying something.Yet somehow I still went along with it.Maybe because after everything that had happened recently, the idea didn’t feel crazy anymore. Maybe because Eric’s death reminded me too much that tomorrow wasn’t promised to anybody. Or maybe it was simply because Frank had looked at me with those eyes of his while asking me to marry him tonight and I realized there was no version of my life where I would say no to him.Even if the wedding was being arranged within a few hours like some rushed crime operation.Which honestly… it kind of was.The house had transformed into chaos almost immediately after I agreed. Frank disappeared downstairs making phone calls while I stayed upstairs wondering how my life reached the point where I was preparing for a wedding at almost midnight because my fiancé decided declaring war o