All Chapters of Rejected Plus-Size Wife, Claimed by My Husband’s Brother: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Audrey’s POVFor the first time in days, I woke up without fear. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting the darkness of that room.The locked door, the sound of Matteo's footsteps, the constant question of whether I would see Nia again.Instead, I saw pale morning light coming through the hospital window and Logan.He was sitting in the chair beside my bed, his head tilted slightly to the side, asleep.I stared at him for a moment, he looked exhausted. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and his usually perfect appearance had been replaced by something much more human.He had stayed, of course he had, even after everything. I reached toward him. My fingers barely touched his hand before his eyes opened.“You're awake,” he muttered, his voice was rough from sleep and I smiled faintly.“I am,” I replied.“How do you feel?” he asked.“Tired,” I replied and he gave me a small smile.“That's expected,” he said and I looked at him.“You stayed here all night?” I asked.“Yes,” he replied.

Audrey’s POV I woke up before the alarm. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, unsure why I felt different, then I looked down. The ring was still there. The simple band Logan had placed on my finger the night before caught the early morning light. I turned my hand slowly, watching it shine. For years, I had associated marriage with contracts, expectations, obligations, and fear. Now there was none of that. No papers waiting for my signature, no conditions, no expiration date, just a ring and a choice. The bedroom door opened quietly. Logan stepped inside wearing a plain white shirt and

Logan’s POV I knew Audrey was working too much when I found her sitting at the dining table at seven in the morning with her laptop open, three fabric samples beside her, and a notebook filled with sketches. She hadn't even noticed me standing there. I leaned against the doorway and watched her for a moment. Her hair was tied loosely behind her head. She was wearing one of my old shirts, and there was a small crease between her eyebrows that appeared whenever she was concentrating. “Good morning,” I greeted and she looked up. “Good morning,” she replied. “You're working already?” I asked and she gl

Kylie’s POV The baby was asleep in my arms when I decided to visit Matteo. I had been sitting in the small apartment for almost an hour, staring at my daughter and wondering what kind of life I could possibly give her. She was so small. So innocent, she knew nothing about the mistakes that had brought her into the world, she didn't know about Audrey, she didn't know about Matteo. She didn't know about the betrayal, the lies, the scandal, or the destruction that had followed. All she knew was the warmth of my arms. I looked down at her tiny face. “You deserve better than this,” I whispered.

Kylie’s POV The first thing I learned about motherhood was that silence could be louder than crying. The baby was asleep beside me, wrapped in the small blanket the hospital had given us. I sat on the edge of the narrow bed and watched the tiny rise and fall of her chest. She was beautiful. That was the hardest part, she had done nothing wrong, not one thing. Yet every time I looked at her, I saw everything I had lost. I saw Matteo, I saw Audrey, I saw the woman I used to be and I saw the future I no longer knew how to build. The television in the corner of the room was playing quietly. I wasn't pa