Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

Oliver’s chest tightened. Her cold and detached words hit him harder than screams ever could. If she had yelled at him, cursed him, or called him a monster, he might have found some way to take it. But this emptiness, devoid of emotions, tore through him.

"I’m sorry," he said again, barely able to breathe. "Please... if you can, forgive me."

Anne didn’t flinch. Her expression didn’t change. Her voice stayed steady.

"You are guilty. You wronged me, yes...But you hurt my mother far worse. You shattered her trust. You ripped her world apart. You took her child away and left her to suffer alone. And when she was lost in her pain, drowning in depression, you didn’t even look back."

She turned her gaze to Margaret for a moment, a flicker of sadness crossing her face before she looked back at Oliver.

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"I didn’t grow up knowing you. I didn’t miss you. I didn’t even know you existed. All of this is new to me. The truth is fresh. It’s overwhelming. But I’m numb. It’s my mother who carried all the pain. It’s her you need to ask for forgiveness. Not me."

"And I’m not forgiving him," Margaret said coldly, her voice sharp and final.

She turned her gaze to Augustine. "Tell your assistant to take him out of here," she ordered. "I don’t want this man ruining the first dinner I’m having with my daughter."

Augustine gave a subtle wave of his hand, signaling Gustave to take Oliver away. Gustave understood immediately and stepped forward.

Oliver didn’t resist. He simply lowered his head as Gustave led him out of the room.

As the door closed behind them, Margaret finally allowed herself a smile. She turned to Anne, her expression softening. Reaching for her hands, she gave them a tender squeeze.