Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

NERIAH'S POV Since my wedding the garden has become my favorite part of the mansion. It’s quiet here with the smell of wet grass and blooming roses wraps around me like a soft blanket, and I let my fingers brush against the petals as I stroll between the trimmed hedges. Morning sunlight dances through the leaves, scattering flecks of gold across the path.This is where I feel free away from the cold marble walls,  bodyguards, and Denver’s endless concern.I close my eyes and inhale the scent of jasmine drifting from the vines near the fountain. I’m about to sit when soft palms suddenly cover my eyes from behind.I laugh, startled. “Denver?” I whisper instinctively but realize instantly that it's not him. These hands are too thin and soft to be his. “Lucy, is that you?” I tease, reaching up to touch the fingers lightly.The person giggles, it's a familiar, melodic sound but I still can't place it. The hands fall away,

DENVER'S POV My alarm beeps twice. 8 am.Almost immediately I hear two raps at my door. That can only be Ethan with my morning coffee. He pushes the door open, peeking in to see if it's okay for him to come in. When I nod my head, he walks in with a folder tucked under his arm. He drops it on my desk along with my steaming cup of coffee. "Good morning boss," he says, “We’ve got something.”I look up from my laptop. “Go on.”He opens the folder and points to a set of printed images. “The church register confirms the date of the funeral while the trust document Liam submitted carries a different date. The signature was logged three hours after the service ended.”A wide smile of satisfaction moves through my face. “That’s good work.”“There’s more,” Ethan adds. “The clerk who helped verify the register says someone else came asking about those same records a few days ago.”My brows draw together. “Someone else?”

NERIAH'S POV Something's going on with my husband and I know it. My husband. A smile curls on my lips as I loop a string of thread thread through the needle between my fingers. My mom had made me join in crocheting and sewing handmade cardigans for Laura and I practiced time and time again while married to Liam thinking I was going to have his child. I even thought something was wrong with me at some point. After numerous tests and scan showing I was alright, I picked every single piece of clothing I'd sewn and burnt it to ashes. Now I can't believe I'm finally going to have my baby. My phone beeps, momentarily bringing me out of my reverie. It's Lucy. "Hi," for some strange reason she sounds anxious, like she's about to say something upsetting. "Hey. Are you okay?" Eden brings the apples she'd been peeling and sets them on the table before me. I smile at her in appreciation, grabbing one to dig my teeth into. 

DENVER'S POV I lean against the wall, staring at the door of the bedroom watching Neriah's chest do this slow rise and fall. I don’t want to leave her side, not even for a minute, but Ethan’s call continuously rings in my mind making it almost impossible for me to sleep or take my mind off Liam. Someone went back to that clerk. This would make it the second time for fuck's sake. It means they're desperate....or stupidly confident that I'd stop trailing these records to wherever they lead. I look at back at Neriah through the peek in the door. She’s sleeping peacefully, and I’d give anything to freeze this moment… to pretend there isn’t a turbulent world waiting out there for me. My phone beeps. It must be the reminder from Ethan. I take it out and read, “Sir we've found out details on the clerk. His full name, address and where he works aside the office.”"Send it now." The reply comes in under a minute. Ethan knows not to waste time when I’m like this. I walk back stealthily into

LAURA'S POV I can't bear the look in Liam's eyes as he turns to me. "Baby w.. what's he talking about? We're Junior's parents, right?" He turns back to the doctor, "I saw my wife give birth to this baby, he wasn't swapped or anything, he's ours. There's no way we're not his parents."The doctor sighs again, rubbing his fingers on his eyes as if to clear his vision. "Mrs Chadwick, I'm not ntk saying this to sound offensive but is there perhaps a secret you have to tell your husband? Your son's life is at risk here..."I slam my hands so hard on his table, his glasses skid down the bridge of his nose. "Are you crazy?" Rising to my feet, I turn to look at Liam. "Our baby is dying babe, we need to find a way to get blood for a transfusion if that's the only way to make him feel better, not sitting down here to listen to this clown."I grab my bag off the table but Liam's hand catches my wrist, stopping me from storming out of the office.