Todos los capítulos de Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

Anna’s POV “Mummy… mummy… mummy!” Tiny hands shook my shoulders, not gently, not patiently. Persistent. Determined. “Mummy, wake up!” I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, but the shaking didn’t stop. If anything, it intensified. “Mummyyyy!” I cracked one eye open and there he was. Nolan. Hovering over me with that bright, gap-toothed smile, curls all over the place, eyes sparkling like he’d just discovered fire. I smiled instantly, sleep dissolving. “Good morning, my handsome alarm clock,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep. He grinned wider. “Good morning, mummy!” I shifted slightly, still lying down, and pulled him closer. “Have you been awake long?” He shook his head so hard his curls bounced. “No. I just came to see if you were awake.” “Oh?” I teased, wrapping my arms around him. “Is that so?” He nodded proudly. “Yes.” I kissed his cheek. “That’s so sweet of you, my caring baby.” He giggled, then squirmed out of my arms abruptly.

Anna’s POV The kitchen smelled like onions, garlic, and comfort. That warm, slow kind of comfort that made you feel like everything would be fine if you just stayed right where you were. I stood over the cooker, stirring gently, my hips leaning against the counter as the pot bubbled softly. My sleeves were rolled up, hair pulled into a messy knot that had loosened halfway through cooking. Somewhere upstairs, Nolan’s laughter floated through the house… bright, unfiltered, impossible to ignore. Aunt Flora had come by early in the morning. She’d barely dropped her bag before Nolan dragged her straight to the playroom, proudly declaring that today, she was going to learn his rules. I smiled at the sound of him now, my chest warming as I sprinkled seasoning into the pot. I hadn’t realized how quiet the kitchen had gotten until… “Hey, babe.” I jumped. The spoon clattered against the pot as my heart slammed violently into my ribs. I spun around, hand flying to my chest.

Alex’s POV Light spilled over my eyelids even though my eyes were still shut. Warm. Soft. Persistent. Then… “Wakeyyyy, wakeyyyy!” Anna’s voice cut through my sleep, bright and teasing, followed almost immediately by a burst of childish laughter. Before I could even react, the mattress dipped on my other side and small hands began pounding excitedly on the bed. “Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!” I groaned softly, rubbing my face as the first thing that filled my nostrils wasn’t sleep anymore but coffee. Fresh, rich, unmistakable. I cracked my eyes open. Anna stood beside the bed, sunlight dancing over her skin, a tray balanced carefully in her hands. Nolan sat beside me on the bed, grinning so wide his cheeks looked like they might split. I smiled despite myself. “What’s going on here?” my voice came out rough with sleep. Anna set the tray gently on the nightstand and leaned down, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to my lips. “Good morning, baby.” I turned and kissed Nolan

Alex’s POV I was smiling. That was the first thing I noticed. The sun was warm against my face, the kind of warmth that felt unreal, too perfect, like the world had paused just to watch us breathe. I stood at the altar, my fingers tightly woven with Anna’s, her palm soft and familiar, grounding me. She looked impossibly beautiful…white lace hugging her body like it had been designed with her in mind, her veil fluttering gently as the breeze teased it. Her eyes were shining, wet with emotion, locked onto mine as though nothing else in the world existed. And for a moment… nothing did. “Alex,” the officiant prompted softly. I inhaled, my chest full, my heart steady in a way it rarely ever was. “I promise,” I began, my voice strong, unwavering, “to love you in every version of life we meet. In the chaos and in the calm. In laughter and in pain. I promise to protect you, to choose you, every single day…” Anna squeezed my hand, smiling wider, her lips trembling. I could hear

Rissa’s POV I sat there for a few seconds after the call ended, my hands clenched so tightly around the steering wheel my knuckles turned white. My heart was still racing from the sound of his voice. Kristoff. Just hearing his name in my head made my stomach churn. I inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled, forcing myself to calm down. Panic would only make things worse and Kristoff thrived on panic. “What do you want?” I finally asked, my voice steadier than I felt. His chuckle slid through the line, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of my fear. “I’m here to collect, Rissa.” My chest tightened. “Collect what?” “Didn’t you promise,” he continued smoothly, “that you’d meet me the next time I called?” The words hit like a slap. I hesitated, my mind spinning wildly. I remembered my mother’s voice…firm, commanding…telling me to inform her immediately if Kristoff ever reached out again. Tell her now. But fear rooted me in place. “…Where do you want t