The Barren Ex-Wife Gave Birth to Twins - Chapter #3 - Free To Read

Ryan’s hands slid down Brenda’s back, fingers tracing familiar lines as their lips met in a fevered kiss. The past and present blurred whenever he was with her, a fleeting escape from the chaos he refused to face. Just as her fingers tightened in his hair, a sharp vibration cut through the heated silence.

“Ignore it,” Brenda murmured, her voice low and enticing.

He glanced at his phone, the screen glowing with Amelia’s name. His jaw tightened as he pulled away, leaving Brenda with a pout and narrowed eyes.

“Who is it?” she asked, her playful tone vanishing.

“It’s Amelia,” Ryan replied, tension seeping into his voice.

Brenda rolled her eyes. “Your wife. Of course.”

Ryan pressed his lips together, debating. He answered the call. “Amelia?”

“Ryan, I need to see you,” Amelia’s voice was a mix of strength and something fragile that cut through his defenses.

“No,” he said curtly. “I can’t meet you right now.”

There was a pause, a soft exhale that he knew too well. “Please, I need your help,” she continued, her voice trembling.

Ryan glanced at Brenda, who was watching him with a smirk. He turned away, an icy resolve settling over him. “I’m not available,” he said.

Brenda’s laughter rang out. “Still playing the devoted husband, are we?” she teased, loud enough for Amelia to hear through the phone.

Amelia’s breath hitched. He could almost see the way her fingers would clutch the phone, knuckles turning white. There was a sudden silence.

“Amelia?” he asked, a flicker of concern breaking through.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said quietly, the steel in her tone startling him. “I don’t need your help anymore.”

Before he could respond, the line went dead. Ryan stared at the phone, a strange chill settling in his chest.

“She’s finally done with you,” Brenda said, draping her arms around his neck. “And about time, too. Three years of being married to a barren woman?”

He froze, his blood running cold at the cruelty of her words. The air between them shifted, charged and brittle.

“Brenda,” he said slowly, peeling her arms off him. The image of Amelia’s face, stricken and resolute, refused to leave his mind.

For the first time in months, doubt clawed at him, gnawing at the edges of his resolve. The call replayed in his head, each word echoing louder, carrying a finality that unsettled him.