After Divorce, I Married His Half-Brother

ng down to mock me. The car moved like it was crawling. I star

her. All of them, spinning around in my

ess had turned stale. And all that wa

exactly wh

dri

ub on the edge of the city, I handed him a

wded. The place was loud. Bodies pressed together on t

eezing through the crowd as I made my

ey," I

"Planning to drown yourself ton

orks, bri

chuc

it back with no hesitation, downing every content until I felt the f

said. I was

I think. My limbs were no longer mine. But it was

about whatever might b

gain, clumsily pushing it

more...

uch the point I wanted it to

e's

ve my head, stirring a sudden an

nate' person. I blinked hard, trying

him. I thought Derek had come to dra

pered, confused, a

ce like he was judging me. His brows pulled tog

ng strange. "Is that the

ce wasn't

learer this time an

erek. This was som

brow. His lips were curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. He was wearing a jacket with black leather,

ed like

e. The type you do

snapped, yanking my hand aw

w at me. "Good. I'm not

ive me m

who look like they've just had t

ou think I car

ightly. "I think you care about

you. Why are yo

ped the rim of my empty glass. "You'r

olled my eyes. But something about him made me stay. Or maybe it

the words tumbling out, unexpected

begin with," He replied easily as if we w

. "You know what

was deep and unexpect

are scum because you love them. Don't love them-use them. Th

me like a slap dr

tunned. "What

le, like he was shar

posed to i

oking lazy and

that it k

ed wrist, then back at my fa

the power of jealous

nked.

Jealousy? now that drives you. And when it b

my heart thuddin

do yo

rself ano

. It sounded ridiculous. It was ridiculou

y.' A voice whispered in

n so

ied woman,"

don't think so. You're shackl

thing about m

uldn't crawl an inch for you," He said. "You have

words weren't just

were

ose to nose. Our breathing mixe

told me. "Stick with me. Let him see you in someone else's arms and

ght. Was that hop

s piqued. "What

s never worth

oat tig

hoosing you and that's your mistak

know if I wanted to scream

ding off the stool. "Don't talk to

me like I was some sort of puzzle pi

weetheart," he drawled.

. "By calling me pathetic? Telling

g you who the

ve but his hand

t even ge

ped, yanking my hand away. "

," he sai

e stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. He

d've sho

it. My hands curled at my si

move. I couldn

Derek," he

nched

re I could react, he slipped

my cont

my breat

," he said. "I'm always availabl

bli

ike he was savoring the last

sed his face. "You're not the first ma

y to slap the stupid gri

was right. Maybe not abou

d I hated it.

lder bumping his. But the card was in my

be, just

what kind of