All Chapters of A Wife For My Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She remained seated outside the room, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. Trying to stop her mind from repeating the same words and images over and over.The east wing of the hospital was reserved for wealthy patients, each room the size of a small apartment with all the comforts, and outside a furnished and equipped visitors' lounge. There she waited.Without effort, tears ran down her face, soaking her shirt. She had a very difficult path ahead and wasn't sure if she wanted to walk it. She felt betrayed.All the Crushers arrived together, hurried and anxious. Daniel entered last and Harry was the first to appear before Deanna."What happened?" Harry asked urgently."They're doing an

Harry watched his wife as she fed Emma. He had to ask her what had happened with Deanna.Emma fell asleep."Laura, what did you and Deanna talk about yesterday?" He kept his voice calm, but tension tightened his jaw."Why are you asking?" She didn’t look up, focused on adjusting the blanket around Emma."She looked awful. She was crying. Tell me what happened." "I told her what she needed to know, Harry.""Know?" "Yes, I told her the whole truth. Everything you never wanted her to find out. About Frank. About why you asked her to marry Daniel. The truth—that you're leaving us because you're in love with her."

They waited a month for Emma's baptism, and that same month was how long Deanna refused to see or speak to Harry. But the excuses had finally run out because Daniel would be the godfather.She couldn't avoid it—when he saw her again at the church door, arriving with his brother and nephews looking like a perfect family, he felt that familiar ache in his chest. But all those feelings had to fade eventually; he had decided they would.It was Deanna's first time meeting the baby in person, having only seen photos before. Laura insisted she hold her, though it was obvious Deanna had built walls around herself for protection against more pain.But the tiny pink bundle brought a gentle smile to her face, and for a few moments, she forgot everything else. Both men watched her cradling the ch

Leonard's blood ran cold in an instant. The man with the fewest scruples and the least shame suddenly felt like crying. The connection he'd felt with her wasn't physical after all; something deep inside had drawn him to her, and he'd mistaken it for desire. Wanting to die didn't even come close to what he felt in that moment.Everything made sense now. He'd once told Marcus that Deanna sang like an old soul; she was like her mother. His cold and dismissive mother had also sung when his father met her, before forcing her to abandon her career and becoming a bitter woman.Deanna had inherited her grandmother's talent. But the hair and eyes were all Philippa's. He'd always had that nagging feeling of having seen her somewhere before. If he'd bothered to ask for her information from the professor who arranged her auditions, he would have

Daniel was growing anxious. She had gone to visit her mother that afternoon but still hadn't returned and wasn't answering his messages. Everyone had arrived quite a while ago; his plan was to try to repair relationships now that the truth was out in the open.Harry cradled Emma while feeling the same unease. Was she avoiding him? Maybe she was deliberately running late so she wouldn't have to show up because he was there. But that wasn't like Deanna—she never hid from confrontation.Someone mentioned a car pulling up. Daniel glanced out the window and saw a vehicle parked at the entrance, but nobody was getting out."Want me to wait?" Leonard asked."I thought you were worried about him seeing you?"