All Chapters of On My Ex's Brother's Bed: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ruby's POV The morning air felt cool against my skin as I stepped out of the hospital. The fever was finally gone, and my head was clear again, but my chest still carried a dull ache.I took a deep breath, trying to let it all out with the cold air. It didn’t work.Rebecca was waiting outside, leaning against her car with sunglasses perched on her hair. She waved when she saw me. “Finally free,” she said with a grin.I managed a small smile. “Yeah.”We drove into town and spent the day walking through the mall, drifting from one store to another. Rebecca talked non-stop—about her latest dates, a new lipstick she swore was magic, a coworker she couldn’t stand. Her chatter wrapped around me like a warm blanket, giving me a needed distraction.We stopped at a little café for afternoon tea. The windows let in a breeze that smelled faintly of roasted coffee beans. I stirred my drink slowly, watching the steam curl upward.“You look like your brain’s somewhere else,” Rebecca said, sipping

Ruby's POV My foster mother sat on a bench, pale and shaken, as I stood a few steps away, trying to process everything.“I’ll make John take responsibility,” I finally said. “Just tell me which ward he’s in.”The man narrowed his eyes at me, measuring every word. After a long pause, he told me the room number. I thanked him quietly, though his expression made it clear this was far from over.About half an hour later, I saw the nurses wheel his girlfriend back from surgery. Her face was pale but peaceful. The man stood by, his large hands clenched at his sides. When the nurse told him the operation had gone well, he exhaled, the tension noticeably slipping from his shoulders.Before he followed the nurse into the room, he glanced at us again. “This isn’t the end,” he said coldly, then entered to care for his girlfriend.I felt something twist inside me.John had doubted me because of rumors. But this man… despite everything, he still chose to stay, to protect his girl who’d been hurt.

Austin's POV The ice rink was colder than usual, the air biting at my lungs as I skated another lap. The second hockey match between our Pack and the Full Moon Clan was only days away, and the pressure was closing in fast.I’d sent someone to deliver a ticket to Ruby earlier. I didn’t even know why. Maybe I wanted her to see me play again, or maybe I just needed to know if she still cared enough to show up. But there was no guarantee she would.“Again!” my mother’s voice cracked through the rink.She stood by the boards, arms crossed, her expression sharp. She wasn’t just observing practice anymore, she was running it. The captain barely spoke these days; every call came from her.I turned hard, skates biting into the ice, pushing until my legs burned. My teammates were just as exhausted, but no one dared slow down. Under her command, slowing down wasn’t an option.“Faster, Austin!” she snapped. “The Full Moon Clan won’t show mercy!”Her voice echoed in my head even after the whistle

Ruby's POV The fear curdled into anger. For years, I’d let him control the narrative. He always made me question myself and silenced me with threats. But not this time.“Don’t act like you’re the victim,” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger. “You’re a hypocrite, John. I must’ve been blind to ever believe you were anything else.”His lips curved into that familiar, cold smirk. “I’m the hypocrite? You pushed me to this, Ruby. You and your little drama about divorce.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out two plane tickets, waving them in my face. “I already bought the tickets. You’re coming with me. So be smart and play your part.”I stared at him, disgust boiling up inside me. Every word he said only reminded me how far he’d fallen and how far I’d fallen with him.“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath.Rebecca appeared at my side, eyes full of concern. “Ruby, what’s going on?”I forced a smile. “Nothing. Just… work stuff. I’ll explain later.” Then I turned back to John, my

Ruby's POV The moment I stepped past Austin, my heart gave a small, painful twist. I didn’t even dare look at him. All I wanted was to reach Mr. Anderson and get this over with.When I finally stopped in front of him, I forced a polite smile and tried to breathe. “Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming.”He nodded, expression serious. “Ruby,” he said, glancing between me and John, “there are rumors spreading about your marriage. Are they true?”My throat tightened. This was my chance. One sentence and the truth would finally be out.“Well,” I started. “John and I—”Before I could finish, John’s phone screen appeared in front of me. A video played silently of my adoptive mother, laughing as she shopped, escorted by two men I didn’t recognize. My stomach dropped.I froze. He was warning me. The words died in my throat.John slipped the phone back into his pocket, then slid an arm around my waist, his fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. “Of course not,” he said smoothly. “Everything bet