บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

BerniceThe antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to my nostrils as I made my way down the stark white corridor, balancing a tray of coffees and a paper bag filled with still-warm croissants. It had been two days since Cathy's scare, and while she was doing better, the doctors wanted to keep her under observation for a bit longer.I pushed open the door to Cathy's private room, plastering on a cheerful smile. "Good morning, sunshine! I come bearing gifts of caffeine and carbs!"Cathy, propped up in her hospital bed, perked up at the sight of the food. "Oh, Bernie, you're an angel! These hospital meals are going to make me lose my sophisticated French palate."I laughed, setting the tray down on her bedside table. "Well, we can't have that, can we? How are you feeling this morning?"Cathy's hand went to her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Better. The little croissant has been behaving, no more scary cramps." Her expression turned wistful. "I just wish they'd let me out of he

As we stepped into our home, the weight of the day's revelations hung heavy in the air. Christian tossed his keys onto the side table with a sigh, running a hand through his hair – a gesture I'd come to recognize as a sign of his frustration and exhaustion."I still can't believe it," he muttered, shaking his head. "How could Fed have burned through everything so quickly?"I sank onto the couch, my mind still reeling from the meeting with the lawyers. The inventory of Fed's estate had been a shock to us all. Instead of the vast wealth we'd expected, we'd found a mountain of debt and barely any savings. It was as if the Fed we thought we knew had been nothing but an illusion, a carefully crafted façade hiding a life of financial ruin."I don't know," I replied softly. "It's like he was living in a completely different reality than the one we thought we knew."Christian joined me on the couch, his body tense with unresolved anger. "He was always good at projecting an image. I guess we n

BerniceThe soft cooing of Hope filled our Parisian hotel suite as I gently rocked her in my arms. At one month old, she was already showing signs of Christian's charm and my determination – a combination that both thrilled and terrified me."Can you believe it's been a month already?" I murmured to Christian, who was busy setting up for the small celebration we'd planned.He paused, a tender smile playing on his lips as he looked at us. "Sometimes it feels like she's always been here, and other times I can't believe how quickly she's growing."A knock at the door interrupted our moment of parental awe. "That'll be Cathy and Taylor," Christian said, moving to answer it.Sure enough, our friends burst into the room, Cathy leading the charge with her usual exuberance. "Where's my goddaughter?" she exclaimed, making a beeline for Hope and me.I laughed, carefully transferring Hope into Cathy's eager arms. "Easy there, Godmother. Remember, she's not a football."Taylor followed behind, lo

BerniceFor a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Melissa, my once-bitter, revenge-driven sister, was standing before me with a genuine smile and a man who looked at her like she hung the moon.Christian, ever the gracious host, recovered first. "It's wonderful to meet you, Alex. Please, come in. We were just discussing wedding plans."As Melissa and Alex entered the room, I finally found my voice. "Missy," I said, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so glad you're here. And it's lovely to meet you, Alex."Alex smiled warmly, shaking my hand. "The pleasure's all mine. Melissa's told me so much about you all. I feel like I know you already."As introductions were made and the room rearranged to accommodate our new guests, I couldn't help but marvel at the change in Melissa. Gone was the haunted look in her eyes, replaced by a quiet contentment that made my heart swell with happiness for her."So, Alex," Cathy piped up, never one to let a moment of potential gossip pass by, "how did you and Me

BerniceEverybody hold their breath, seeing Cathy and Taylor exchanged rings. I caught Christian's eye across the altar. He smiled at me, mouthing 'I love you,' and I felt my heart swell with happiness for my friends and gratitude for my own love story.Finally, the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, and Taylor pulled Cathy into a kiss that had the entire church erupting in cheers and applause. As they made their way back down the aisle, showered in rose petals and well-wishes, I couldn't help but feel that we were witnessing the start of something truly special.The reception was held at a stunning château just outside the city, its sprawling gardens and elegant ballroom providing the perfect setting for Cathy's vision of a Parisian fairytale. As the maid of honor, I had the task of giving a toast, a responsibility that both excited and terrified me.As I stood up, tapping my glass to get everyone's attention, I felt a moment of panic. But then I caught Cathy's eye, saw her