All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BerniceThe gentle hum of the office surrounded me as I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of paperwork before me. Despite my best efforts to focus, my mind kept wandering back to my conversation with Christian the day before. His words echoed in my head: Fed might become the new CEO of Miller Group.I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It seemed impossible. Fed, the man who had been falling apart at the seams just days ago, taking over one of the most powerful companies in the city? I couldn't wrap my head around it.Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I pulled up the Miller Group's stock information on my computer. Christian had mentioned that the news of his stepping down would be released today. I found myself holding my breath, waiting to see how the market would react.The clock on my desk ticked steadily towards 9 AM. I drummed my fingers on the desk, my eyes flicking between the time and the stock ticker. The anticipation was almost unbearable.Then, at prec

Bernice"Bernice," he said softly, closing the door behind him. "What's going on? Talk to me."I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. How could I explain the tumult of emotions swirling inside me? The jealousy, the fear, the memories of a life that never was – it all seemed so irrational in the harsh light of day."I..." I began, then faltered. How to even begin? I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Christian, do you believe in parallel worlds? Past life memories? Anything like that?"The question clearly caught him off guard. His brow furrowed as he considered his response, taking a seat on the edge of my desk. "Well," he said slowly, "I think there's still a lot to learn about the universe that hasn't been discovered yet. Why do you ask?"I twisted my hands in my lap, suddenly feeling foolish. How could I explain that I had lived, died, and been reborn? That I carried the weight of a future that would never come to pass? It sounded absurd, even to my own ears."Do you

BerniceAs Cathy's laughter faded into the distance, I found myself standing on the sun-drenched sidewalk, feeling lighter than I had in years. The weight of my impending divorce from Fed, which had been pressing down on me for so long, suddenly felt more like a set of wings than a burden.On a whim, I decided to give myself the rest of the day off. After all, it's not every day you finalize your divorce from a manipulative sociopath, right? I deserved a little celebration.Ever since I'd been given this second chance at life, divorcing Fed had been my primary goal. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but now that it was actually happening, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. I, Bernice Stephen, had done it. I'd reclaimed my life, my freedom, and my future.As I wandered through the bustling city streets, my mind drifted to Christian. I pulled out my phone, my fingers hovering over his contact for a moment before I hit 'call'."Hey, beautiful," his warm voice came through after just tw

BerniceThe courtroom was silent, save for the soft rustling of papers and the occasional cough. I sat on the hard wooden bench, my parents on either side of me, our eyes fixed on the slight figure in the defendant's dock. Melissa looked so small, so vulnerable, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself invisible.As I watched her, tears making her eyes bright and fearful, I was suddenly transported back in time. I remembered a much younger Melissa, no more than eight years old, clinging to my arm as we lay in bed. She had been afraid of the dark then, her face wearing that same expression of fear and uncertainty.We had lost so much since those innocent days. The path that led us here had been fraught with pain, betrayal, and misunderstandings. But as I looked at my cousin – my sister in all but blood – I felt a surge of protectiveness. Whatever had happened in the past, Melissa needed us now more than ever.The bailiff's voice cut through my reverie. "All rise. Court is now

BerniceAs we gathered around, Dad opened the album with trembling hands. The first page revealed a photograph that took my breath away. There, smiling up at us with eyes that crinkled at the corners, was a young woman who could have been Melissa's twin. Lilian, captured in the golden light of a long-ago summer, her chestnut hair dancing in an unseen breeze. Her arm was slung casually around a much younger version of my father, both of them laughing at some forgotten joke."Oh, Dad," I whispered, reaching for his hand. His fingers intertwined with mine, squeezing gently.Melissa leaned in, her finger delicately tracing the outline of her mother's face. "She looks so happy," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "So... free."Dad nodded, his eyes misty. "That was Lilian all over. She had this infectious joy about her, like she knew some wonderful secret that the rest of the world hadn't figured out yet."We turned the page, and a kaleidoscope of memories spilled out before us. There