Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Safe

WILLOW

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The moment the car doors shut and the world outside turned into nothing, everything I had been holding in burst out of me.

“Marcus is unbelievable,” I started, my voice already rising before I could moderate it. “He has the audacity to punch you and then act like he’s some tragic husband fighting for his marriage.”

Tristan said nothing. He simply pulled the car smoothly out of the parking lot and into the quiet road, his hands steady on the wheel.

“I mean, what exactly does he think this is?” I continued, gesturing wildly with my hands. “Does he think I’m a trophy to be defended with brute force? Unbelievable, really.”

The streetlights flashed across the windshield, illuminating my reflection briefly before casting me back into shadow.

“He told me to meet with him to get the divorce papers. I was expecting a decent parting, at least. However, he still invited me to a family dinner–with your grandpa, too.”

I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. “He never made it up to me until the end.”

Just then, Tristan reached toward the cup holder and silently handed me a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking it.

I twisted the cap off and took a long drink, realizing only then how dry my throat had become from all the talking.

“And then he has the nerve to question why I care about your lip,” I scoffed. “You were bleeding because of him. Of course, I’m going to make sure you’re okay. What kind of monster would I be if I didn’t?”

I leaned back against the seat, exhaling sharply.

“He thinks I’m still that girl who would quietly endure anything just to keep the peace,” I said more softly. “He thinks I won’t actually leave.”

The words lingered in the car.

“I did leave.” I added.

I looked at the divorce papers on my lap and smiled.

“I really did it.” I whispered.

Tristan finally spoke. “You did.”

I closed my eyes briefly, willing myself to calm down.

“Anyway,” I said, “It’s over. I’ll have the lawyer go through everydning tomorrow. I don’t want any los

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ends.”

“You’re tired?” he asked gently.

I opened my eyes and glanced at him. “Exhausted.”

“From tonight?”

“From everything.” I admitted. “I’ve been working until late in the night. It feels like I’ve barely slept the entire week.

“You should rest,” he said.

I turned to look at him fully, studying his profile in the dim light.

“What did you mean a while ago?” I asked, my mind instinctively drifting back to the moment.

He kept his eyes on the road. “Hmm?”

I cleared my throat. “About your last statement.”

He was silent for a second.

“Oh,” he muttered.

Then he smiled.

“What did you get from that?” he asked, not answering my question.

I sighed. frustrated. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

He glanced at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road.

“You still don’t get it, huh?” he said.

“Get what?” I demanded.

He shook his head slightly.

“So dense,” he murmured.

My brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Rest.” he said instead. “You’re sleepy.”

I wanted to argue, but he was right. Somehow, his steady driving along with the scent of his car mixed with. his cologne made me feel safe, and as a result, sleepy.

I leaned my head back against the seat, my eyes instinctively closing.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was quiet.

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For a second, I did not know where I was. Then I registered the faint glow of the dashboard and the scent that had lulled me to sleep just moments ago.

When I fully opened my eyes, I realized I was still inside his car.

I turned my head slowly,

Tristan sat in the driver’s seat, his laptop open, the light illuminating his face. His expression was focused, fingers moving across the keyboard.

Then I glanced at the clock on the dashboard,

12:07 a.m.

My eyes widened.

“What are we still doing here?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from sleep.

He looked over immediately, closing the laptop without hesitation.

“You were sleeping peacefully,” he said. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You should have woken me up,” I protested, sitting up straighter.

He shook his head lightly. “I didn’t want to.”

I stared at him.

“Anyway,” he added casually, nodding toward the windshield, “we’re in front of your house.”

“Oh.”

I reached for the door handle instinctively.

“Thanks,” I said.

But then I stopped.

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