All Chapters of SORRY DEAR EX, IT'S YOUR LOSS, NOT MINE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Briana POV“Where is Daddy?” Riley asked when he noticed that I was alone fetching them. Disappointment filled my son’s eyes.“Daddy still has something to do at the hotel.” Brixx’s eyes lit up when I mentioned the hotel, and I groaned in my head, having a clue about what was going to happen next. “Can we go see Daddy?” Brixx asked in his puppy-dog look.“I am hungry, mommy,” Riley complained. “I want to eat at Daddy’s restaurant.” I almost laughed at Riley’s ploy. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. He wanted to see his daddy and eat at his favorite restaurant. The revolving restaurant has become the triplets’ favorite eating place. The novelty of eating with the sky and clouds has not worn off yet. “Do you also want to see your daddy?” I asked Mason.Among my children, he speaks less, but he is the most intuitive and gentle. Mason nodded enthusiastically. His eyes lit up when I mentioned this. “Can we, Mommy?” “Of course.” I nodded.The bodyguards helped me st

Briana “Briana, be careful. Don’t hurry.” Noah called out when I walked ahead of him and the triplets. “We are running late,” I told him, turning my head to my back so I could see them, but it only made Noah mad. “Don’t look back. Look straight ahead. You might trip yourself or something.” He reminded me.His hands were busy holding the triplets, and he was keeping his steps slow to match theirs. “I am fine. Don’t worry.” I called out to him and laughed.When I turned around, I accidentally collided with someone. “Uhm. Excuse me.” The woman said before she hurriedly walked away. I stopped and followed the woman’s movement with my eyes. I did not catch a glimpse of her face, but her back looked familiar. “Isn’t that Hanna?” I asked my husband when he and the kids caught up to me. Noah turned around to follow the direction my eyes had taken. “It is.” He confirmed before nudging me to move forward. “Didn’t she recognize me?” I asked, baffled.Hanna and I had lost contact for

Briana POV“Sweetheart, I am here,” Noah informed me when I answered his call. He fetched the children from school without me. “How are you?” “I am fine.” “No more headaches?” He asked, sounding worried. I shook my head, though Noah wouldn’t see me before I responded to his question. “Just a little.” “Go home and rest.” He advised. I rose from my chair, arranged the papers on my desk in a neat file, and prepared to leave. “I am going home,” I informed him. “Have you seen the triplets?” “Not yet, but they will be here soon.” He said when I heard what sounded like the school bell on his end. Noah and I ended our call. I got out of my office, but before I left, I stopped by Belle’s desk.“Have you seen Marcus today?” Belle shook her head. “He has not reported since Monday.” She told me. I shook my head. My brother has been going on a downward spiral since Martina left him. He always locks himself at home for days. He rarely showed up at the hotel, and it bothers me.

Briana POVI watched in contentment as my brothers clapped Marcus on the back. “Hey!” Marcus complained when Flint hit him a bit harder.Flint smoothed his back, grinning. “You are Brie’s favorite brother. You deserve that slap.” Rowan and Charles chuckled in mirth before they bent to pluck Marcus from the bed to carry him to the bathroom. “Put me down! Where are you going to take me?” Marcus cried.Charles, Rowan, and Flint placed him in the shower stall before they turned the shower on, and water sprayed on Marcus' face and head. Marcus tried to leave, but the three barricaded the door so he wouldn't go out. “Bro, you need to bathe. You seriously stink.” Rowan complained, and they all laughed while I watched them smother Marcus with liquid soap on his face and arm. “Stop. I will do it myself!” Marcus cried. The three stop and leave him alone. “Male sure you clean up well.” Charles hollered outside the bathroom before closing the door.As I heard the sounds of splashing w

Briana Time flies so fast.I am now in my 37th week of pregnancy.After filing the petition and receiving his divorce certificate, Marcus immediately reported for work. He showed up at the office and started tackling the pending tasks and documents piled up on his desk. He deferred accepting runway engagements since he devoted most of his time to running the Hotel. I had become a stay-at-home mom and wife since my 35th week because Noah forbade me to report for work, and I was bored out of my wits. Marcus understands, though. Between him and Noah, I can’t do anything apart from whining and making catty comments alternately between them. “I want to go fetch the kids later,” I told Noah at breakfast this morning.He did not reply, and I thought that was a good sign. I was wrong. Noah got up from his seat at the dining table, walked to me, and kissed my lips.“A delivery van will arrive this afternoon.” He informed me I couldn’t leave the house because I had to receive the par