Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 187: Augustine’s doubts and fear

After a long meeting, Augustine finally stepped out of the conference room, exhaustion shadowing his sharp features until his eyes landed on a message from Anne.

’I’m going to the hospital. Papa is awake.’

In an instant, his entire expression shifted. A smile tugged at his lips, lighting up his face.

Gustave, walking beside him, did a double-take. He wasn’t used to seeing that kind of expression on his boss. "You are smiling," he remarked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Augustine paused and glanced at him. "Anne’s father is awake after three years." Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Send some flowers and a basket of fruits. Wish him a speedy recovery."

"Yes, sir." Gustave gave a respectful nod and swiftly walked off to carry out the order.

As Augustine headed toward his office, he began dialing Anne’s number. Just then, he caught sight of someone waiting near his office door, and his expression darkened.

It was Megan.

She spotted him, too, and her face lit up. "Augustine!" she called out cheerfully, hurrying toward him. Before he could react, she reached out, attempting to take his hand.

He quickly stepped back, slipping both hands into the pockets with a cool detachment. "You shouldn’t be here without notifying my secretary," he said flatly.

Megan’s smile faltered. "I know, but it was important. I needed to discuss the project. When I came here, your secretary left in a rush. I asked her where she was going, but she didn’t say a word. Just ignored me." She hesitated, then added with a meaningful look, "I saw Denis calling her."

At the mention of Denis, a flicker of tension passed through Augustine’s face. A glint of sharp suspicion lit up his eyes.

Megan noticed the shift in his expression and felt her pulse quicken with triumph. ’He is doubting her,’ she thought, believing that her words had landed where she wanted them to.

"Maybe she went to meet him," she chose her words carefully with false concern. "I just hope everything is alright. You should probably call and check on her, don’t you think?"

She tilted her head, playing innocent, but her eyes sparkled with quiet calculation.

Augustine opened his mouth to shut her down, but his phone buzzed before a word left his lips. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number.

As he clicked on the message, a few photos of Anne with Denis, their hands intertwined, came into his view.

His entire body stiffened, a smoldering heat flickering in his eyes.

’What the hell is this?’ He stared at the images, his eyebrows furrowing deeply.

"Augustine, don’t get me wrong, but you really need to be careful. Anne is not as innocent as she looks. I’m just afraid that—"

But Augustine wasn’t listening anymore. His thoughts were spiraling, his mind a storm of confusion and disbelief. Without a word, he brushed past her and stormed into his office.

"Augustine, wait...I still need to talk to you," Megan called, rushing after him.

"Not now," he snapped.

The door slammed in her face.

She flinched, gasping in shock. His cold dismissal stung more than she expected. Her fists clenched at her sides.

"Why do you treat me like this?"

She had waited just to have a moment with him, and he had dismissed her like she didn’t exist.

But when she remembered the way his expression had shifted the moment Denis’s name was mentioned, a sly smile curled on her lips.

"That’s fine," she mumbled under her breath. "You’ll realize soon enough. Anne isn’t who you think she is. And when that truth hits you, you will leave her for good." A glint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. "You will soon come to me."

Inside the office... ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Augustine paced like a storm barely restrained. His hand tightened around his phone as he dialed the guard’s number.

"Where are you?" he snapped, his voice sharp with urgency. "Denis has someone watching Anne. I just got photos of her at the hospital from an unknown number."

There was a pause on the other end before the guard stammered, clearly caught off guard. "W-What? Sir, I’ve been following Madam closely. Yes, she ran into Mr. Denis at the hospital, and they left together. They are heading back to the office now. I’m right behind them. But I don’t see anyone following her."

Augustine couldn’t shake the feeling that Denis’s encounter with Anne hadn’t been accidental—it was orchestrated. Denis had arranged the meeting and ensured someone captured photos of them together. Whoever sent those images had done so with a clear intention: to make Augustine question Anne’s loyalty.

"I knew it..." he muttered under his breath. He was worried Anne would be hurt. "Listen carefully. I want you to find out who is spying. I don’t care how you do it, but I want the name before we return from the trip."

"Yes, sir," the guard responded quickly.

Augustine ended the call and stood still for a long moment, his thoughts spiraling. His gaze fell on the phone screen again—those images of Anne and Denis burned into his mind.

He knew Denis had orchestrated everything.

But even with that knowledge, Augustine couldn’t stop the ache in his chest. His heart clenched as he looked at the image of Anne standing so close to Denis, their hands gently clasped.

They looked comfortable together, like two people who shared deep connections. Maybe she still had some feelings for Denis.

"No..." He shook his head, trying to breathe through the anxiety rising inside him.

He trusted Anne. He believed in her. She wouldn’t betray him. She wasn’t the kind of woman who played games with hearts.

But still, the fear lingered in his mind.

’She once loved Denis deeply for years.’

What if Denis used that history to pull her back? What if those old feelings resurfaced and took root again? What if she left...?

"No... no," Augustine muttered under his breath, panic threading through his voice. "Anne loves me. She chose me. She won’t leave. She won’t..."

He tried to convince himself, but the restlessness only grew.

His footsteps slowed as he moved toward his desk with a heaviness in his chest. Lowering himself into the chair, he sat still for a long moment, phone still in hand, eyes clouded with worry.

A soft knock broke the silence.

Augustine looked up, tension still coiled in his chest, but hope flickered in his eyes. His heart thudded with anticipation.

"Come in," he said, hands unconsciously clenching on the table as he silently wished for it to be her.

The door creaked open, and Anne entered, a radiant smile lighting up her face.