I Slept with My Husband's Brother

Chapter 4

Word Count: 613 | Released on: 19/08/2026

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coffee. "I'm not letting that man get away with this. I us

on Julian-property records, financial filings, anything sh

of your joint account for months. Small amounts, nothing that would trigger alerts. Over two

ismantling our life piece by piece

tstand caught my eye-me and my mother, outside The Rolling Pin on opening day, P

ecious thing I had left of her. I'd worn it every single day. My hand felt strangely bare w

f that stranger, the man who had viol

me, but we both knew fi

ling, my phone

n, and again. Finally, I answere

ar command. "Tonight is the Lowery family's annual reception. The

ave to do with me

valuating me, and I need to present a perfect family image. Y

shaking with anger. "Julian

until I sign those papers. And if you don't show up tonight, I'll ma

olling Pin was my life, my ind

nuckles white. He thought

rough clenched teet

fire was kindling in the pit of

ith worry. "Rory, are you sure? You

I kept a few dresses. "He wants a show? I'll give

ear. A floor-length gown of fiery red silk, with a dangerously low back an

"Oh my God, Aurora.

he mirror. "He wants me to play Mrs. Lowery? Tonight, he

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I Slept with My Husband's Brother

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“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.”