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He Denied My Brother's Last Journey

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1058    |    Released on: 09/12/2025

he sharp crack reverberating through the marble hallway. My legs carried me blindly to my bedroom, the sanctuary that no longer felt like one. The moment the lock clic

face in my knees, sobbing until m

s. Of course he didn't. He was punishing me. Punishing me for daring to challenge him, for witnessing his infidelity, for not playing along with D

hall, was off-limits, a sacred space I was rarely allowed to enter. It was a physical manifestation of our entire relationship: him, walled off and untouchable; me, always availab

, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't want him there. I did

lready at the breakfast table, impeccably dressed, as if nothing had happened. He looked up as I entered, a f

k prepared your favorite, scrambled eggs with chives." He g

through comfort, through routine. A new designer dress, a weekend getaway he'd send Daniella to plan, or simply my favorite breakfast. And

this

er the sugar bowl, and pulled out a chair directly opposite him. The wooden leg

I looked at the house staff, who were usually invisible, hovering in the

s." His voice was low, warning. "Daniella is essential to my operations. You need to

he had courted me with such intensity. He was a brilliant, charismatic entrepreneur, and I, a bright-eyed marketing graduate still finding my feet, had been utterly captivat

ul gifts he chose himself, before Daniella took over. The way his eyes used to crinkle at the corners when I made him laugh, before they became c

tsourced and managed, something to be dispensed through a third party. It had with

ng slightly, but firm. "Maybe you should just marry Danie

surd." He stood up, his chair scraping back with a sharp nois

inside me for months, the words that would shatter the facade of our life together, t

e announced, her voice perfectly modulated, ignoring my presence entirely. "And y

efcase, his face a mask of cold professionalism. "We'll discuss this later, Kinsley. When you've c

My chest felt tight, suffocated. The words I yearned to speak, the truth I needed to unleash, were trapped in my throat, choked by his indifference, by h

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