บททั้งหมดของ DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: บทที่ 331 - บทที่ 340

MONIQUEBut Marcus… Marcus mattered more than anyone. Getting him through this mattered more than anything. So I forced myself to breathe and let it go. To focus on what actually mattered.Minutes later, the doctor returned.“He’s a match,” he announced.Relief hit me so fast my knees nearly gave out.“We’re proceeding with the transfusion now. If everything goes well, we’ll allow one of you to see him.”I closed my eyes briefly.... Thank God.*Hours later, they finally let one of us in. And there was no question.... It was me. I stepped into the room slowly, afraid of what would be awaiting me. And there he was.... Marcus. Unconscious. Still. Machines surrounded him, monitors, IV lines, tubes. The steady beep… beep… beep of the heart monitor filled the room. Alive. But barely.My chest tightened painfully. For a second, I thought I was going to break. Seeing him like that, so still, so helpless, like he wasn’t even here, like he didn’t even know I was standing right beside him....

MONIQUEWhen it happens, I’m not expecting it. There’s no warning. No sudden shift. It’s just… quiet.I’m sitting there, holding Marcus’s hand as I’ve done for days, my eyes fixed on him, on the steady rise and fall of his chest, when suddenly… I feel it. A small movement. Barely there. So faint that for a second, I think I imagined it. That's my mind playing tricks on me. But then, it happens again.A slight twitch. Stronger this time.... I freeze. My breath catches as my eyes snap down to his hand wrapped in mine.“Marcus…?” I whisper, almost to myself.No response. But my heart starts racing faster and Louder. His fingers curl weakly against mine again. And that’s all it takes to finally believe.... It’s real. His hand moved.“Marcus? Marcus, can you hear me?” I say, half-standing, half-leaning over him.My voice trembles.“Marcus, open your eyes, baby, please… Marcus, please…”I can see the effort it takes. The way his brows furrow slightly. The way his breathing shifts. And then

MONIQUENadia steps closer, her tone calm but firm. “Marcus, breathe. Don’t let him do this to you.”For a moment, Marcus doesn’t respond. Then slowly… painfully… I feel his grip loosen just a little. His eyes shift from the door back to me And just like that, the tension cracks.Not entirely gone, but cracked.“I’m fine,” he says, though we all know that’s not true.“Liar,” I murmur softly, brushing my thumb over his hand. “But I’ll take it.”That earns me the faintest hint of a smile.The nurses come in not long after, checking his vitals, adjusting his medication, and making sure his heart rate comes down. One of them gives me a knowing look. “Try to keep him calm,” she says gently.I almost laugh. If only it were that simple.After that encounter with his dad, something shifts in his recovery. Not physically. But emotionally.Marcus doesn’t talk about his father again that day… or the next. But I can feel it..... In the way, he goes quiet sometimes. In the way his gaze drifts whe

MARCUSMonique is already out of the car, around to my side, ready to help me like I can’t do anything on my own. I almost laugh.“I can walk,” I start, my voice still rough, still not quite what it used to be.She gives me a look And just like that, I stop talking. Yeah, that look. I know better than to argue with that look. So I let her help me.Let her slide her arm around me. Let her take some of my weight, even though I don’t need as much as she thinks I do. But I don’t stop her either, because I can tell she needs this.I realised that taking care of me… it steadies her. Grounds her. And honestly? I don’t mind. Not even a little.The driver opens the door, but she’s already there.“I’ve got him,” she says.Of course she does. I shake my head slightly, but there’s a small smile tugging at my lips.We walk inside together. Slow and Careful But together. And for the first time since all of this happened… It actually feels real.Like we made it.Like we survived.Nadia appears almos

MONIQUEI wasn’t expecting to do or say that honestly.I didn’t plan it. The words just… came out. And once they were out, there was no taking them back. No softening them. No pretending I hadn’t just stepped into something far bigger than myself.So I stood by them. I braced myself for reality to hit, for someone to tell me I had overstepped, that I didn’t belong there. But that didn’t happen.Marcus agreed with me. He took my side without hesitation, without even a conversation beforehand. And somehow, that made everything feel better than I expected. Like I wasn’t about to fall. I couldn’t have been happier.Ryan would rather have died than give me even a glimpse into that world, his world, his office, his power. A place I was always told wasn’t mine. But this? This was different. This felt like ours, and I didn't contribute a single cent to it.Still, even as I tried not to think about Ryan, about everything he had done, the damage lingered. It showed up in the smallest ways, in h