All Chapters of On My Ex's Brother's Bed: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ruby's POV The next morning, the shrill buzz of my alarm cut through the patter of rain against the window. For a moment I stayed under the blanket, listening to it, wishing I could sink back into sleep. But reality tugged harder. I had work to do. I showered quickly, tied my hair into a low ponytail, and grabbed the coffee I’d picked up from the diner. By the time I reached Rebecca’s office, the damp scent of rain still clung to my clothes.She was already at her desk, glasses perched low on her nose, a neat stack of files in front of her. “Morning,” she greeted, eyeing the rain-streaked windows. “We were supposed to check in on the sports team today, but with this weather…” She gestured at the storm outside. “Let’s just focus on paperwork.”“That’s fine by me,” I said, setting her cup of coffee by her elbow before dropping into the chair opposite her.The hours slipped by quietly. The only sounds were the rustle of pages, the scratch of pens, the occasional click of the keyboard.

Ruby's POV The next week slipped past in a blur. Work filled most of my days, and when I wasn’t at the office, I was running errands or checking in on my foster mother. The rhythm of it all kept me moving, but there were quiet moments, where the silence pressed in.I hardly noticed the leaves thinning from the trees and the days getting shorter. It was only when I left my office one day, that I realized how much time had passed. The chill in the air had sharpened, and now required me to wear a thick jacket and knit cap every morning. Autumn was fading quickly, winter crouching at the door.I hadn’t seen Austin since that night in the rain. Just the memory of it, the sudden press of his lips, the storm in his eyes, the way he ran after, was enough to twist something deep in my chest. I told myself keeping away was better. Yet walking through my days without even a glimpse of him felt lonelier than I expected.At least the distance helped bring down the office gossip. The whispers that

John’s POVThe glass in my hand was half-empty. I sat slumped at the end of the bar, shoulders heavy, head buzzing. The place was dim, sticky floors and bad lighting, but it didn’t matter. Then I saw Ruby. She moved across the floor in that same steady way, her hair catching the light, her face turned just enough to make my chest tighten. Without thinking, I pushed away from the counter, nearly tipping my stool, and stumbled toward her.“Ruby,” I muttered, grabbing her arm. “Please… listen. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have—”She turned, wide-eyed, and before I knew it, I pressed my mouth against hers. The slap came hard and fast. My head snapped sideways, the taste of blood flooding my mouth.“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted, shoving me back with surprising strength.The whole bar went silent. Chairs scraped, and then heavy footsteps approached.The owner, a burly man with grease-stained hands, stepped in front of her. That’s when I noticed that the eyes were wrong. The v

Ruby's POV During that day’s hockey game, Austin’s team dominated the rink, while the other side barely managed to stay upright. Something about the way their players stumbled off the ice sat wrong with me. They looked broken.Austin skated over, pulling off his helmet. His hair clung damply to his forehead, his chest rising and falling hard. He grinned. “Easy win.”“Too easy,” I said quietly, my gaze slipping past him.His smile faltered. “What do you mean?”“They weren’t fighting back, Austin. Look at them. They’re exhausted.”He frowned but didn’t answer, his competitive fire still buzzing under his skin. To him, a win was a win. But it felt hollow to me.When the team drifted toward the locker room, I slipped away and found their captain Zack, leaning against the boards, his helmet dangling from one hand. Up close, he looked even worse. His skin was pale, his shoulders heavy, his eyes hollow.“Hey,” I said softly. “Rough game?”He gave a tired laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”I

Ruby’s POVMy foster mother sat across from me, looking calm and satisfied. But my whole body was trembling with anger and hurt.Finally, I lifted my head. “I don’t live with John anymore. His house burned down. Do you know where he was when it happened?”She blinked at me, taken aback.“He wasn’t with me. He was with Lisa,” I whispered, my throat tightening, the memory of smoke clawing at me again. “While I was trapped inside that fire, screaming for help, John was in her bed. He left me to die.”Her lips parted, but I didn’t give her the chance to defend him.“I almost didn’t make it out. I was seriously burnt and was slipping away.” My eyes burned as the words tumbled out. “Do you know who came for me? Austin. He dragged me out of that house. And when my body rejected every medicine and my heart stopped, he gave me blood, straight from his chest. He risked his life to keep me breathing.”Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t care anymore. I let them fall. “Without him, I’d be dea