Forbidden Affairs With My Brother In Law

TATIANA’S POV

“Do you have to go for a meeting this morning, Michael?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted, shaky and desperate. I hated how it trembled, how I always seemed to be the one begging.

But I was desperate. Just once, I wanted him to keep his word—to look at me and mean it.

Michael barely lifted his eyes from his plate as he cut into another meatball. “You know how my work is, Tatiana. I can’t just stay home.”

That simple shrug twisted like a knife. He didn’t even look up. The indifference in his tone hurt more than his words ever could.

But that was Michael—cold when I needed warmth, distant when I tried to reach for him. The passion we once had vanished the moment we said “I do.” Like the vows were a finish line he’d been racing toward, not a beginning.

“That’s what you said last week!” I blurted, tears blurring my sight. “You said you’d stay home with me! It’s our anniversary!”

His chair screeched against the floor as he slammed a fist on the table. The sound cracked