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CHAPTER 15: THE DOOR BETWEEN US
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Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 17: EMPTY HOURS
AMARA’S P.O.V The day stretched on like a punishment. I woke up with the blanket still tangled around me on the couch. My neck ached from the awkward angle I had curled into, and my back felt stiff, like even my body was protesting how I’d slept. The first few seconds were fog—then the silence hit me, thick and total. I turned my head toward the window. The curtains didn’t block much, just softened the light into a pale rectangle that stretched across the floor. Not bright. Not warm. Just late morning, maybe close to noon. Marcus still wasn’t home. My hand moved automatically toward my phone. I didn’t even think—just reached. The screen lit up and my stomach sank at the emptiness. No text. No call. Not from him. Not from Luke. Just notifications that had nothing to do with me. Discounts. Subscriptions. Useless reminders. All these things shouting about a world that was fine, untouched, while mine felt like it was quietly cracking in two. I sat there with the phone in my hand for
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 16: LETTING HIM IN
AMARA'S P.O.V The door closed with the softest click, but it reverberated in my bones like a gunshot. Silence followed—thick, oppressive, almost alive. I stayed standing there, one hand on the knob, forehead against the wood. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, as if part of me still expected him to knock again. To stay. To refuse to leave. But he didn’t. Luke was gone. And Marcus was still nowhere to be found. The house was too quiet, every shadow stretched thin by the early light seeping through the curtains. It wasn’t even morning yet, not fully—the world outside still wore that strange half-light where the sky can’t decide between night and day. I hated that hour. Too honest. Too raw. It exposed everything you’d tried to bury in the dark. I walked back toward the living room, but my legs felt like they were moving through water. The couch swallowed me the moment I sat down. My body sagged against the cushions, but my mind refused to rest. I kept hea
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 15: THE DOOR BETWEEN US
AMARA'S P.O.V The message burned on the screen: I’m outside. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hand went clammy around the phone, thumb hovering like I might erase the words just by touching them. But no, they stayed there, glowing, undeniable. I looked up at the window. The curtains were thin enough that faint morning light was starting to seep through. Grey, weak, not the golden kind you’d welcome—it was the kind that made everything look colder. My chest tightened. Outside. He was actually outside. I told myself not to move. To stay on the floor where I was, where my body had slumped against the wall after hours of waiting for Marcus. Just stay. Pretend I never saw it. Pretend I’m asleep. Pretend none of this is happening. But my legs moved anyway. Clumsy, stiff, like they weren’t mine. Each step felt like betrayal, but I kept walking toward the door. The hallway was quiet, too quiet. Even the creak of the floor under my feet sounded like a confession. My hand found the
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 14: THE NIGHT HE LEFT
AMARA'S P.O.V The space on the hook gaped at me like an open wound. One hook empty, one still holding my keys. His absence was loud, louder than any slammed door or shouted word. I couldn’t move. My body stayed frozen in the hallway, bare feet glued to the cold floor, eyes fixed on the missing keys as if staring long enough could summon him back. It was 2 a.m. What reason did a man have to leave at 2 a.m.? The seconds dragged, the clock ticking faintly above the doorway, each sound pounding inside my head. My fingers curled tighter around the edge of the table until my knuckles ached. I told myself not to spiral. Not to think of the worst. But the images came anyway, flooding me mercilessly. Marcus behind the wheel, jaw set, hands steady. Driving to—what? Another woman? A secret meeting? A place I had no part in? I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made it worse. My imagination filled in the blanks with cruel efficiency. A dimly lit street. A door opening. His body leaning
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 13: THE UNSENT REPLY
AMARA'S P.O.V The cursor blinked. And blinked. And blinked. That stupid little line, pulsing like a heartbeat on a screen. Mocking me. Reminding me that I couldn’t even do the simplest thing—reply to a message. My thumbs hovered. I typed: Don’t come. Then erased it. I typed: Yes. Erased it too. Every letter felt like a commitment, a crack in the thin wall I was holding between myself and everything I wasn’t ready to face. Luke’s words just sat there on the screen: Do you want me to come? So simple. So sharp. I stared until the letters blurred. My chest tightened the way it always does when I’m caught between two choices I don’t want to make. My nails dug into my palm, leaving little crescents on my skin. I told myself I should delete the whole thread. Just erase it, erase him, erase everything. Pretend it wasn’t there. Pretend he wasn’t there. But I couldn’t bring myself to swipe left and hit delete. My body wouldn’t move. My thumb just hovered, trembling lik
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 12: FRACTURED SILENCE
AMARA’S P.O.V I stayed in the kitchen long after Marcus disappeared upstairs. My hands wrapped around the mug like it was the only thing keeping me steady, though the coffee inside had already gone cold. The porcelain pressed into my skin until my fingers turned red. I knew I should set it down before it slipped and shattered, but part of me almost wanted it to. Maybe the sound of something breaking would match what was happening inside me. The house felt heavier than usual. Like the walls were made of cement blocks stacked on my chest. Every corner was too quiet, too polished. Even the ticking of the clock on the wall grated against my nerves. I hated how normal everything looked when nothing about me felt normal anymore. I pressed my forehead against the counter, the marble cold enough to sting. My reflection on its glossy surface stared back at me—pale skin, swollen eyes, hair falling loose. I didn’t look like the woman Marcus married. I didn’t look like anyone I knew. Just this
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