Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously Chapter 157: I’m already married

Chapter 157: I’m already married.

"I did so much for this family, but they only hated ," Anne whispered through her sobs.

The ache in her chest deepened as she thought of the countless tis she had tried to please Patricia and Lorie, but nothing had ever been enough. The only person who had ever truly seen her, who had stood by her through it all, was her father. And now he was lying unconscious, unaware of what they had done to her in his absence.

"He’ll be devastated when he finds out," she murmured, her words nearly swallowed by her grief. "I can’t keep this from him anymore. I’ve been pretending for so long... acting like we were still a family. But I don’t know how to break his heart with the truth."

Unable to contain the sorrow, Anne buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent tears.

"Anne," Denis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She quickly wiped her tears, trying to compose herself as she looked up at him.

"Don’t cry," he said. "Your father will pull through. He is strong." He reached into a small paper bag and handed her a sandwich. "Here. You need to eat sothing."

"Thanks," she said quietly, taking it from him.

"Eat," Denis encouraged, settling beside her and unwrapping his own sandwich. "You’ve got to keep your strength up."

Anne took a small bite, the taste barely registering. He wasn’t acting like a possessive ex, just soone offering support when she needed it most. His presence, his unexpected kindness—it didn’t feel like manipulation or pity.

Anne felt a flicker of ease.

Denis’s phone vibrated. As he pulled it from his pocket, Anne caught a glimpse of the screen—Tania. Her lips tightened slightly, but she turned her head and continued eating, feigning indifference.

Denis hesitated, his gaze lingering on her for a mont before he answered the call. "Hello?"

"Denis, where are you?" Tania’s voice was sharp, demanding. "I ca to your office, but you are not here."

Denis stood up instinctively, moving a short distance from Anne. "Why are you at the office?" he asked in a hushed tone so Anne couldn’t hear him. "I told you not to show up at the office unannounced."

"Why?" she shot back. "I know you are with Anne. Don’t lie to . Co here now, or I’ll co down there myself."

His jaw tensed. "Don’t," he warned. "I’ll co. Just wait there."

He ended the call with a curt swipe and turned toward Anne again, trying to smooth over his expression. "Uh... sothing urgent has co up at work. I need to head back."

Anne nodded. "You go. Thanks for staying this long."

Denis tried to smile, clearly unsettled, and turned on his heel. His steps were brisk, his shoulders stiff, and his face darkened with tension as he walked away.

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The eting concluded smoothly. After the signatures were exchanged, the director extended his hand with a confident smile. "I’m certain this project will thrive under your leadership."

"We’ll do our best," Augustine replied warmly, shaking his hand with composure.

As the director exited the room, Gustave stepped closer to Augustine, his tone shifting to sothing more urgent and discreet. "The guard tried to contact you multiple tis."

Augustine’s expression darkened. He quickly checked his phone and saw three missed calls. A chill of anxiety crept into his chest.

"What happened? Is Anne alright?" he asked worriedly.

Gustave hesitated for a beat before answering. "It’s her father. He was taken to the ICU. Madam is at the hospital, and," after a mont of pause, he added, "she is not alone."

Augustine’s eyes narrowed. "Who is with her?"

Gustave swallowed and answered carefully. "Denis. He ca to the company, and from there, they left for the hospital together."

Augustine felt like sothing had hit his head hard. His jaw clenched. "Denis went to the company?" he repeated, disbelief flashing across his face. "Why would he do that?"

Gustave lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I don’t know. Do you want to go see her?"

Augustine was torn. His first instinct was to rush to Anne’s side, to hold her and offer her the comfort she needed. But then he rembered her recent doubts—how she had begun to suspect he was monitoring her every move. If he showed up now, it would only confirm her fears.

"No," he said finally. "She already thinks I’m watching her. If I show up, it’ll only make things worse. Just... tell the guard to keep an eye on her."

Gustave nodded. "Got it."

Augustine stepped out of the private booth, a storm of frustration and helplessness brewing behind his eyes. His long strides carried him toward the exit. But gan suddenly appeared in his path.

"Augustine, what a pleasant surprise," she said, plastering a smile on her face. "Out for lunch?"

Before he could respond, Gustave’s phone rang. "Excuse ," he moved a few steps away, leaving Augustine with gan alone.

"I had a eting with a client," Augustine replied curtly, not in the mood for idle conversation.

"Oh, I see." gan tilted her head, feigning interest. "How did it go?"

"It went fine. Now, if you’ll excuse ..." He tried to step around her, but she was quick to block him again.

"Wait." She moved a step closer to him. "I saw Denis at the office today. Though he ca to see you, but turns out he was there for Anne." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "So employees even saw him bring flowers. And then... they left together."

She gave a casual shrug, pretending innocence, while every word was calculated, aid to sow doubts in his mind.

"You were here all along, and your secretary walked out of the office with her ex-boss," she added with a deliberate pause.

Augustine’s expression turned stony, but he didn’t interrupt her.

Seeing she had his attention, gan’s confidence blood. "You need to be careful with her," she said, lowering her voice. "She is not what she pretends to be. There is sothing off about her. I can sense it."

Augustine raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Interesting. You seem to know my secretary very well."

"I’m a woman." gan smiled knowingly. "It doesn’t take much to see through another. And trust —she is dangerous. I’m just worried about you."

Augustine’s smirk lingered, but his eyes were sharp, assessing. "Miss gan is really worried about ?"

"Of course. We are going to get married in the future. It’s only natural I care."

The confidence in her voice and the self-assured look in her eyes almost made him laugh.

"There are plenty of won who have tried to get close to . So want to warm my bed, while so dream of dating . But I’ve never t anyone as shaless as you."

gan flinched. "What?" she gasped, her face flushing in disbelief. "Did you just call shaless?"

"Yes," Augustine said with zero hesitation. "Unlike you, those won backed off the mont I made my disinterest clear. But you? You keep coming back, still dreaming about becoming my wife. Let make this clear again. I won’t marry you."

He paused, then added sharply, "Because I’m already married."

With that, he walked away.