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I Slept with My Husband's Brother

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 698    |    Released on: 19/08/2026

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rained pleasantries and barely-concealed ch

The mask of the sweet, wronged woman was

ce low and venomous. "Even if he helps you, y

e hard. Then, with a theatrical gasp, she stum

eked. "My baby!

e, and I was too stunned by th

ment, drawn by her cry. He saw Sienna crumpled on the f

iding toward me. "You vic

rd, his hand ra

e to move. I couldn't even li

made contact, a powerful arm

front of me, his broad bac

ld as ice. "Are you planning to

for Evander's. "Let go of me! This is my famil

n winced in pain. "Striking your wife in public? Is

silent, everyone stunned

if touching something filthy. He pulled out a han

his mouth. "As for the young lady-if she's in such distress, perhaps I should call my private

nna's face went pale. Pure

If a doctor actually came, the

ut his phone, pr

she stammered, tugging at Julian's sleeve. "I

rce wa

He took my hand, his grip firm and steady.

unned guests and out of

o had just defended me, a tangle of gratitude and suspicion swirling

air hit me. I pulled my

I said, my

k in his voice. "Thank me? I just didn't want any scene at a family gathering to

d his car, leaving me alon

ed from one storm into the eye of an even bigger, more dangerous hurrican

nsibility for that night. Maybe he was just using me to str

dening, unsolvable puzzle, as I burst

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I Slept with My Husband's Brother
I Slept with My Husband's Brother
“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.”