All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

BerniceA sharp, stabbing pain in my lower abdomen. Then I woke. For a moment, I lay there in the darkness of our hotel suite, trying to convince myself it was nothing. Maybe just some indigestion from the rich food at the wedding reception, or maybe a cramp from all the dancing. But as another wave of pain washed over me, I knew this was something more."Christian," I whispered, reaching out to shake his shoulder. He was instantly alert, years of business calls at odd hours having trained him well."What's wrong?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.I clutched my stomach, feeling a cold sweat break out across my forehead. "I don't know. It hurts. The baby—"That was all I needed to say. Christian was out of bed in an instant, fumbling for the light switch. "We're going to the hospital," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "Can you walk?"I nodded, slowly swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Christian helped me to my feet, his arm around my waist supporting most of my weig

BerniceThe rhythmic beeping of hospital monitors had become a soundtrack to my thoughts. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair of the waiting room, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. It had been hours since Christian had left with Bianca to deal with Fed's situation, and the uncertainty was gnawing at me.Cathy dozed in the chair next to me, her head lolling at an awkward angle that would surely result in a crick in her neck. I envied her ability to sleep anywhere, anytime. My own mind was far too active for rest."Mrs. Miller?" I looked up to see Dr. Chen approaching, a gentle smile on her face. "How are you feeling?" she asked, taking a seat across from me."Better," I replied, forcing a smile. "The cramping has subsided."Dr. Chen nodded, pulling out a small notepad. "That's good to hear. Can you describe the pain for me? On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate it now compared to when you first came in?"I thought for a moment. "It was probably an 8 when we arriv

BerniceChristian and I made our way back to Fed's room. The sterile hospital corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, each step bringing us closer to a choice that could change everything."Are you sure about this?" I asked softly, my hand finding Christian's. "Signing the consent form for the surgery, I mean."Christian's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "No," he admitted after a moment. "I can't just let him die like this."I nodded, understanding his conflict all too well. Despite everything Fed had done, the thought of him dying, especially now, when we were finally happy. It felt wrong somehow.As we rounded the corner to Fed's room, we were met with an unexpected sight. Melissa was there, standing just outside the door, her face pale and drawn. When she saw us approaching, her eyes widened with a mix of guilt and determination."I'm sorry," she blurted out before we could say anything. "I know you told me to leave, but I couldn't. I... I need to tell you something. A

BerniceThe soft beeping of the heart monitor had become a constant backdrop to my thoughts over the past two days. Christian and I had been taking shifts at Fed's bedside, waiting for any sign of change. The ICU was a place suspended in time, where minutes stretched into hours and the outside world faded away.I was alone when it happened. Christian had reluctantly left to shower and change, promising to be back within the hour. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, my hand resting protectively over my barely-there bump, as I watched Fed's still form.The first sign was subtle - a slight twitch of his fingers. I might have missed it if I hadn't been staring so intently. Then his eyelids began to flutter.My heart raced as I pressed the call button for the nurse. "Fed?" I said softly, leaning forward. "Can you hear me?"His eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first. Then they locked onto mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. There was something off about his gaze, a wildness I'

BerniceThe antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor assaulted my nostrils as I approached Fed's room. My heart pounded, a mixture of anticipation and dread coursing through my veins. I paused at the door, my hand hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and entered.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Fed lay in the bed, his form a lumpy silhouette under the thin hospital blanket. As the door clicked shut behind me, Fed's head snapped towards the sound.His eyes widened in recognition, then narrowed with hatred. In a swift, panicked motion, he yanked the blanket over his head."Get out!" Fed's muffled voice came from beneath the covers. "Get out, you witch!"I stood my ground, keeping my face as calm as possible. "I'm not leaving, Fed. We need to talk."Fed threw the blanket off, his face contorted with rage. "Talk? There's nothing to talk about! You're supposed to be dead! You're haunting me like some kind of demonic spirit!