I Slept with My Husband's Brother

Chapter 2

Word Count: 623 | Released on: 19/08/2026

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the one I'd once thought was my dream home. N

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eld a glass of red wine. And lying on our bed-our marital bed-was a blonde with a s

model who clung to the fringes of the Chicago WAGs cir

t hardened into annoyance. He didn't even have

umphant, smug smile played on her lips as she

furrowed. "You're back early. We

d my lips. "Business? In our bed?

at Julian. It's my fault. I... I'm pregnant with his baby

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ind, shattering the last

sign of denial. There was none. Only impatience

marriage. All of it turned to ash

ength from a place I didn't know I had. My vo

ery, I want

ked, as if that possibility had never occurred to him.

ds me, reaching for my hand. "I know you're upset, but let

ot playing games. My lawyer will

e satisfaction of seeing my pain. As I walked away

e weight lifted from my shoulders. There were no

as o

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Lorraine Modern

“On my wedding anniversary, I was drugged. I woke up bruised, aching, with a stranger's scent still on my skin. All that was left behind was a single obsidian cufflink-carved like a hawk mid-strike. Before I could even investigate, I walked in on my husband-and his influencer girlfriend-in our marriage bed. "I'm pregnant. It's time for you to step aside." Fine. I smiled, slipped into a blood-red dress, and walked into the Lowery family gala. When I saw Julian's older brother-just back from Europe-I recognized those ice-blue eyes. They were identical to the man from that night. Evander Lowery. The NHL's "Ice God." The man my husband hates most in the world. The man who took my first time. He stood in the center of the crowd, watching me with a knowing smile-like a hunter watching his prey stumble into the trap. "Are you sure you want a divorce?" he murmured in my ear. "Are you sure-that night was just an accident?" I didn't know it then. That cufflink was left on purpose. And my mother's ring-he'd taken that too. He admitted nothing. Explained nothing. He just locked me in his orbit and watched me drown. Everyone says he's ice. No one knows-he already burned a fire into me that I can't wash off.”