The Father Of My Child Is My Stepbrother의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 89

Letty’s PovWhen Mason walked back through those doors hours later, I did not need him to say a single word.I saw it. I saw the shift and the finality.He did not walk like a man returning from an ordinary meeting.He walked like a man who had just closed a chapter of his life that could never be reopened, no matter how much time passed or how much anyone wished otherwise.His steps were steady and controlled, as they always were, but there was something heavier beneath them now. Something quiet, yet undeniably powerful. The kind of invisible weight a person carries when a decision has been made that cannot be undone, reversed, or softened.His presence filled the room before he even spoke and then his eyes found mine.Almost immediately.As if that was the only thing that mattered the moment he stepped inside.And in that instant, I knew something had ended.Not paused.Not changed. Ended.“It’s over,” he said quietly.My breath caught before I could stop it. The words were too sim

He stood across from my desk, flipping through a stack of updated reports, his eyes scanning every detail with careful precision.“Not even a minor test,” Gabriel added through the call, his tone carrying the same measured disbelief.“No pressure tactics, no indirect interference, nothing at all.” Gabriel saidI leaned back slowly in my chair, allowing my body to relax just slightly as I brought my fingers together and let my gaze drift toward the ceiling.For a brief moment, I said nothing.I simply thought, measured and considered.“Good,” I finally said, my voice calm and controlled. Lucas did not look entirely convinced.“You trust it?” he asked, studying me closely.There was a pause. A deliberate one, then“No.”Because trust had never been part of this equation.“They are not moving because they cannot,” I continued, my voice lowering just enough to carry weight.“And they will not move…”I let the words settle before finishing.“…because they remember exactly what happens when

LettyPacking should have been simple.It should have been nothing more than gathering clothes, shoes, and important documents, things that could be arranged neatly into suitcases and closed away without much thought or emotion.That was how it was supposed to be.However, as I stood in front of the open wardrobe, staring at everything I owned, I slowly came to a quiet realization.It was not simple at all.Because I was not just packing for a vacation, I was packing pieces of a life I had once run away from.My fingers paused over a simple blue dress before I slowly pulled it out. I held it in my hands for a moment, staring at it far longer than necessary, as if it carried memories I could not quite escape.Then, without any warning, my thoughts began to drift.They pulled me back to a time I had tried so hard to forget. A time when fear followed me everywhere I went, a time when I had nothing but myself to rely on and the fragile life growing quietly inside me back then.Andre.My c

Those nights were still clear in my memory, standing alone in that small kitchen, trying over and over again, failing, correcting my mistakes, and starting all over without hesitation.“I had to learn everything by myself,” I added. “I taught myself how to cook better, how to package my products, and how to sell them.”I glanced down at my hands as I spoke.“I even had to learn how to talk to people I didn’t trust, simply because I had no other choice.”That had been one of the hardest parts, learning to rely on strangers, knowing they could walk away at any moment without looking back.“There were days when I thought I would lose everything,” I admitted.Days when nothing worked no matter how hard I tried, days when I had no money left and no clear solution in sight. And days when I questioned whether I had made the wrong decision by leaving everything behind.“But I didn’t stop,” I said quietly.Because I couldn’t.Andre had given me a reason to keep going, even when I felt like I