บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Annalyn’s POV“Slit!”The sound ripped through the hall like thunder. At first, I didn’t understand what had happened. But when I looked down, my blood froze.The seam of my gown had split… so high it exposed the top of my butt cheek.Gasps rose, followed by whispers. Then the laughter came. Cruel, sharp, echoing.“Oh my God, look at her dress!”“Couldn’t even get herself a quality dress.. look it ripped in one attempt!”“She’s finished!”Phones were raised, cameras flashing. Some are already recording, pointing, whispering.My throat closed. My hand flew behind me, trying to cover the tear, but it was useless. The silk kept slipping. My legs shook so badly I could barely keep standing.Tears stung my eyes. My humiliation was complete.Then.. suddenly.. I felt a hand grab mine and tug at meI turned in shock to see that it was Rissa.“Come with me,” she said sharply.Before I could react, she pulled me. Through the sea of mocking faces, through the flashes, her grip was steel. I stumb

Alex’s POVI watched Anna disappear behind the door before turning my attention to the party.“What had done to deserve such a kind woman..” I thought to myself as I sat stiffly in my seat.My eyes drifted towards the ballroom doors through which Anna had just slipped through moments ago willing for her to return. Every second she was out of sight stretched like an eternity. I had danced with her, felt her soft hand trembling in mine, and I didn’t want her gone from me for even a moment.A light touch on my shoulder made me turn sharply.My first guess; A board member about to bombard me with business.Boy was I wrong..“Hi, Alex.”It was Lana Kingston, she stood there, smiling as though we were long-lost friends. Before I could reply, she slid gracefully into the seat Anna had just vacated, smoothing the silk of her emerald gown as though she owned the place.My jaw tightened. I could smell the sweet, cloying perfume she always wore, the one that made me think of masks and deception

Annalyn’s POVThe driver steadied me as I stepped out of the car. My legs felt weak, as though the strength had been drained from me the moment we left the glittering, ugly chaos of the party behind. Behind me, Nanny Flora carried Nolan, who had fallen asleep on their way back home, his little arm dangling like a broken vine.We entered the sitting room. I gently pulled my arm from the driver’s grip. “I’ll be fine from here,” I whispered, lowering myself onto the sofa.The driver nodded and bowed slightly before turning. “Will you be going to fetch Alex now?” I asked quickly, my voice quivering.He hesitated. “Mr. Quinn discharged me. He said he would return later.”“Discharged you?” My voice cracked. “Why? Isn’t he coming home? Where did he go?”But the driver simply shook his head to identify that he didn’t know. Then he bowed again before leaving.My thoughts began to spin. Where could Alex have gone? Why wasn’t he here? Did he really believe that I would be so cheap as to sell mys

Alex’s POVThe moment I stepped into the building, the air shifted.It started with subtle whispers.Then shuffling feet.Eyes that darted away the second I looked in their direction.It followed me from the marble lobby all the way to the private elevator. Each murmur was like a knife digging into my skull, and though no one dared say my name out loud, I knew exactly who they were talking about.I kept my expression carved from stone, but inside me, my blood boiled.My secretary hurried after me, heels clicking frantically on the polished floor. She slipped into the elevator at the last second, clutching her tablet like a shield.“Sir…” she began but I smoothly cut her off in a go.“To the board meeting hall. Right now.”My voice was low, dangerous.“Yes, sir.” She didn’t look me in the eye, just pressed the button for the seventh floor.Silence stretched between us. The kind of silence that gnawed at your ribs. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, my chest rising and fallin

Annalyn’s POV The bus rattled and swayed as it sped down the highway, its engine humming like a tired lullaby. My head leaned against the window, but sleep wouldn’t come. My chest felt hollow, my thoughts messy and restless. I pulled out my phone, hoping to distract myself, and the screen lit up with my home wallpaper. It was a photo of Nolan and me, his little arms wrapped tight around my neck, his smile big and bright. A sharp ache pierced my chest. Guilt swallowed me whole. What would happen when he realized I was gone? Would he cry and call for me until his little voice broke? Would he think I abandoned him, just like he once thought his late mother did? Tears blurred my vision, and for a fleeting moment I almost shouted for the driver to turn around. But then Mrs. Quinn’s cold voice echoed in my mind. “If Alex doesn’t marry Lana, he will lose everything. Do you think Nolan can survive a day without the luxury he’s accustomed to?” Her words sank like stones into my c