Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

BerniceI lunged forward, grabbing Melissa's hand in a desperate attempt to keep her from walking away. "What do you mean? What secrets?" I demanded, my voice rising with each word. "You can't just say something like that and leave!"Melissa wrenched her hand from my grasp, her perfectly manicured nails leaving angry red marks on my skin. She smirked, a cruel twist of her lips that made my stomach churn. "Oh, but I can, dear sister. And I will. You see, I've waited a long time for this moment. To see you brought low, to watch as your perfect little world crumbles around you."She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm not going to tell you a thing. Not yet. Not until I've reclaimed everything that's rightfully mine. Until then, I want you to suffer. To drown in your own suspicions and pain."With that, she turned on her heel and strutted away, leaving me standing there, my mouth agape and my mind reeling. I watched as she got into her sleek black car and sped off, the ti

BerniceI stood frozen in the doorway, my mother's desperate eyes locking onto mine. The betrayal that had built up over years surged forward, threatening to choke me. Anger, betrayal, confusion - they all battled for dominance, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. "Bernice, please," my mother implored, her voice breaking. "Let me explain. There's so much you don't know."I felt the weight of her words pressing down on me. "Explain what? How you and Dad lied to me? How you helped Fed manipulate me? Or maybe about all the secrets you've kept hidden for years?"She flinched, but her grip on my arm tightened. "It's not as simple as you think. There are things you don't understand, things we've been trying to protect you from.""Protect me?" I spat, pulling my arm free. "You call this protection? Do you have any idea what I've been through?"My mother looked away, tears streaming down her face. "We were trying to do what was best for you. We never wanted to hurt you." I saw mom flinched at

BerniceAs I walked my mother to her car, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The weight of the revelations and the exhaustion from the emotional confrontations had taken their toll, but a glimmer of hope and determination kept me going."Bernie, are you sure you don't want to come home with me?" my mother asked, concern etched on her face. "I understand if you're still upset with your father and me, but please know that we love you and want to make things right."I pulled her into a tight embrace, trying to convey the love and forgiveness I felt. "Mom, don't worry. I'm not angry anymore. I just need some time to process everything and discuss some things with Cathy. I promise I'll come home soon, and we'll have a proper talk with Dad."Relief washed over her features as she returned my hug. "Okay, sweetheart. Take all the time you need. We'll be waiting for you."As I watched her car disappear down the street, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Startled, I spun aro

Bernice I stood in the study, the papers spread out before me. The marriage certificate, divorce decree, property valuation certificate, property freeze certificate, and the damning evidence of Fed's affairs and financial misdeeds. All neatly organized, ready for the confrontation that lay ahead. Taylor had been meticulous in gathering the information, and now it was my turn to use it. I ran my fingers over the smooth paper, a wry smile tugging at my lips. These were my weapons. Today, I would wield them with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, cutting away the diseased parts of my life to make room for healing. Of course, that's not all of them. I didn't need to lay all my cards on the table just yet. These would be enough to catch Fed off guard, to shatter the illusion of control he clung to so desperately. As I made my way down the hallway, my gaze fell upon the oversized wedding portrait hanging on the wall. Fed and I smiled out from the ornate frame, the picture of marital

Bernice I woke with a lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in years the morning after. The sun streamed through the windows of Cathy's guest room, painting the walls in warm honey tones that seemed to reflect the sweet taste of freedom on my tongue. I stretched languorously, relishing the simple pleasure of waking on my own terms, without the weight of dread and anxiety that had become my constant bedfellows in my marital home. As I padded into the kitchen, the rich aroma of coffee enveloped me like a comforting hug. Cathy stood at the counter, her fiery curls sleep-tousled as she poured two steaming mugs. "Morning, sunshine," she greeted, her voice still husky with sleep. "I figured you could use a little pick-me-up after your big day yesterday." I accepted the mug gratefully, inhaling the fragrant steam. "You're a lifesaver, Cat. I don't know what I'd do without you." She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Probably subsist entirely on pop-tarts and instant ramen." I laug