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CHAPTER 18: WHEN THE TRUTH STARTS TO HURT
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Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 19: SAYING IT OUT LOUD
AMARA’S P.O.V“About Luke?”Marcus repeated it so quietly it almost didn’t sound like his voice.I nodded, even though my throat felt tight. The air between us shifted—like something we’d both been pretending not to notice finally stepped fully into the room.He sat very still, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. “Okay,” he said. “Then… talk.”I swallowed. “I don’t even know where to start.”“Start anywhere,” he murmured. “Just don’t lie to me.”That part stung, not because it was harsh, but because it was fair.I took a slow breath. “He showed up last night.”Marcus’s shoulders tensed. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t snap, didn’t stand—he just stared at the floor like he was bracing himself.“He knocked on the door,” I continued. “And I let him in.”His jaw flexed, but his voice stayed steady. “Why?”“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Maybe because I was angry. Maybe because I was hurt. Maybe because I didn’t want to be alone after you walked out. Maybe all of it.”He nodded once
Craving My Brother-in-Law CHAPTER 18: WHEN THE TRUTH STARTS TO HURT
AMARA’S P.O.V“Where were you?”The question left my mouth the second the front door opened.Marcus froze in the doorway, keys still in his hand, hair wind-tossed, eyes tired. He didn’t even step in yet, just stood there like he hadn’t expected me to be right there waiting.“I needed space,” he said quietly.“That’s not an answer,” I shot back. My voice cracked, betraying how long I’d been holding everything in. “You disappeared for a whole day, Marcus.”He shut the door behind him, gently, like he was afraid to cause any more noise. “And you needed space too.”“That’s not your decision to make,” I said.He sighed and walked past me into the living room. Not touching me. Not looking too long. Just… existing in the same room like a stranger who knew where everything was.“You’re exhausted,” he murmured.“Don’t tell me what I am.”I followed him, because the distance felt unbearable after all the hours of nothing.He sat down on the edge of the couch, hands clasped tightly. “Amara, we s
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
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