MY BROTHER IN LAW

CHAPTER ONE: BREAKING POINT

(Ava's POV )

I bit back a scream as one of my hands flew to cover my open mouth, while the other clutched the phone tightly.

"This has to be a dream! This can't be true!" I muttered under my breath.

My heart pounded against my chest as my eyes remained glued to the picture boldly displayed on my phone screen.

It was a nude video of my fiancé, Gregory, in bed with two women. He was drilling into one of them while the other fondled herself.

All of them were stark naked, and they seemed too engrossed in their activities to notice the camera behind them.

A thought struck me.

Maybe they knew.

Maybe they knew they were being recorded.

I whipped my head to the side, struggling to stop myself from throwing up. I edged backward and slumped onto the couch behind me.

I was just about to leave the house to pick Gregory up from the airport. He was returning from a two-week work trip, and today was supposed to be special-it was our four-year anniversary.

My eyes filled with tears as I let the phone slip from my shaky hands and fall to the floor.

How was I supposed to drag myself to the airport to pick up a cheating partner?

It felt worse knowing I had watched that video so many times that it now vividly replayed itself in my head.

My mouth turned dry. Wrapping my arms around my small frame, I sobbed.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

I glanced at the screen. The caller ID read, "My Love."

That was how Greg's number was saved on my phone. I knew why he was calling-his flight must have landed, and he was now searching for me at the airport.

"Fuck you, Gregory!" I cursed aloud, breaking the silence in the room. I picked up my phone, turned it off, and stormed into the bathroom.

One thing I knew about Gregory was that he would never admit to being wrong unless there was undeniable evidence against him. In the last four years of dating this man, I had never suspected he would go as far as kissing another woman. And now, there he was in a video, having a threesome.

I bent over the bathroom sink, nausea rising. I let the contents of my stomach out into the sink.

Feeling dizzy, I washed my face and dragged myself back to the living room to wait for him.

I knew he would book a ride home once he got tired of waiting at the airport. He had called several more times, but I ignored him.

Half an hour later, the front door opened, and I sprang to my feet as Gregory walked in.

"Sweetheart!" he exclaimed, closing the door behind him. He dropped his suitcase on the floor. There was a wide grin on his face, and his eyes shone with excitement as he looked at me.

"Welcome home, Gregory," I said coldly.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Gregory? It's been a long time since you called me that. Are you okay, Sweetie?"

I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him in silence. My heart raced, but I held back from yelling.

He took a few steps toward me, then stopped. "I called multiple times when my flight landed. You weren't there to pick me up, Sweetie."

"What do you do for work?" I asked.

He frowned. "I thought you knew. I'm a personal assistant to-"

"Oh, spare me that bullshit!" I shot back. "Tell me why you travel so often to places I know nothing about."

He stepped back, eyeing me as though trying to piece everything together.

"Did someone tell you something? Is there something you want to talk about?" he asked calmly.