All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

>>>Samantha's POVA sudden noise pulled me out of sleep.Voices, movement, the scrape of a chair, sharp enough that my body sat up before my mind had caught up. The private room felt crowded in a way it hadn’t when I closed my eyes. Afternoon light cut differently across the floor. And beside the bed, already folded in on himself, was Lawrence.He was sobbing openly, forehead pressed to Mikayla’s knuckles, the sound raw and unbroken.“You idiot,” he said against her hand, voice wrecked. “You absolute idiot. Why do you never listen? Why do you always do this to yourself!”Miguel stood behind him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his back, saying nothing. He just let Lawrence cry it out.I stayed on the sofa. I didn’t trust my legs, and I didn’t want to break whatever was happening at the bed. After a moment Alicia noticed me. She came over and held out a water bottle without making a show of it. I took it, and the small movement was enough to

>>>Samantha's POVI sat with it for a long time after the last file closed.The truth was simple once I stopped running from it. I had believed the pictures over her words. I had let jealousy and doubt fill the space where listening should have been, and I never really let her finish explaining. When she told me about her sexuality, about Claire, I treated those admissions like evidence against her instead of a door she was trying to open so I could understand why she had kept them hidden. I had been so busy protecting myself from the pain that I never gave her room to stand in it with me.My phone rang while I was still at the desk. Lawrence.“Go home and rest,” he said. His voice was tired but steadier than during the day. “Take the time you need to do what you’re doing. We can take turns watching over her. Miguel won’t let any of us burn ourselves out like that. He won’t allow that kind of reckless devotion if it means everyone collapse

>>>Samantha's POVI recovered from the surprise enough to find my voice.“Please. Sit with me.”Claire looked at me for a second, then set the fruit basket down on the table. Then followed me to the couch. The cushions dipped under our weight, and an awkward silence settled between us. My heart was still too loud in my chest. I kept telling myself to calm down, to stop assuming anything before I heard the details. I had already done enough damage by filling in blanks on my own. I wasn’t going to do it again. I drew a deep breath, the air cool in my throat, and opened my mouth, but Claire spoke first.“I heard about the breakup from Mikayla’s livestream,” she said softly.I went still. The monitors by the bed kept their steady rhythm behind us. I nodded, unable to find the right words to keep the conversation moving.Claire waited a beat, then added, “I only learned about the accident from the news. We were in the province for a family reunio

>>>Samantha's POVA month slipped by in the quiet rhythm of the ward.Every day I cleaned her with lukewarm water and a soft towel, moving slowly over her arms, her shoulders, the places the bandages used to cover. The wounds and bruises had faded. Only a few pale scars remained where the deeper cuts had been. I talked while I worked, the way I always did, because the silence felt too heavy if I didn’t fill it.“Opticon’s doing really well,” I told her one afternoon, brushing her hair back from her forehead. The strands slid through my fingers, soft and familiar. “The facility’s fully running again. We even extended a couple of the lines. You’d like how clean the new section looks.”I dipped the cloth again, wrung it out, and kept going.“Lawrence and Miguel went back to Berlin for work. They didn’t want to leave, but things over there needed them. Claire’s been coming by so I can actually sleep sometimes. She brings food and sits with you when I can

>>>Samantha's POVThe hope was still sitting warm in my chest when my phone rang.Kevin’s name lit the screen. I almost let it go to voicemail, I was still holding Mikayla’s hand, still replaying Lawrence’s words, but something in the timing made me answer.“Ms. Xavier. SOT is in crisis.” His voice was tight, stripped of the usual calm. “We had just entered a stable period after Ms. Stonefield took full control, and now this. Your name is listed as her legal representative. We need you at the office as soon as possible.”The words landed like a physical blow. Legal representative. My free hand tightened around the phone until my knuckles ached. That meant she had already prepared something, papers, a will, authority written down in case something happened to her. She had seen the state of her own body clearly enough to plan for this. The thought cut straight through the fragile lightness I’d been carrying and left me hollow again.“I—” My voice