Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

The question caught Anne off guard. She hesitated. Augustine hadn’t mentioned anything about a honeymoon, not even in passing. A small pang settled in her chest, but she masked it quickly.

’He must be busy. That’s all,’ she told herself.

Anne straightened her posture and gave a faint, composed smile. "We have both had our hands full lately. There is no need to rush."

Tania’s lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Oh, of course. Not everyone gets time for romance."

Anne’s eyes turned colder. "Love isn’t just about grand gestures or romantic getaways," she said. "It’s about who stays when things fall apart, who holds your hand in silence, who remains loyal — even when it’s hard."

Tania’s smile faltered for a moment. She had wanted to see Anne break. She had wanted to provoke her, but Anne’s restraint, her grace under pressure, only deepened the burn of not having the final word.

Anne walked away to join Audrey near the stage. A small ache had settled behind her ribs. For the first time, she wondered why Augustine hadn’t mentioned a honeymoon for once.

Behind her, Tania’s voice rang out, "Anne, wait a second."

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Before Anne could fully turn, a hand grabbed her wrist. Tania intentionally dug her sharp nails into Anne’s skin.

"Ow," Anne winced, instinctively jerking her hand away with a sharp motion.

Tania stumbled backward, letting herself fall with exaggerated clumsiness. She clutched her stomach and whimpered. "My baby... help me... please..."