Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.

~~Scarlette~~"Woman? You're nothing but a man in a woman's body.”“Your womb is useless. Can't even carry a child. So tell me, what makes you different from a man?"My mother-in-law’s words from two nights ago still echoed in my head as I stood on the raised platform of our townhouse’s ballroom, watching the guests flood in. This year, contrary to our previous small arrangements, my husband has outdone himself by opening our doors to the high and mighty of the London society and preparing an extravagant party. A massive cake stood in front of me and a knife remained clenched in my hand. My cheeks might crack from the force of my smile. Yet, the mountain of worry melted into a poodle when the familiar warmth from my husband's hand covered my smaller one. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, as if silently saving me from my wandering thoughts.The cheers from the gathered guests filled the room as the spotlight zeroed in on us and the chandelier shone brightly on my face. I ha

~~Scarlette~~I remember the exact moment I knew I’d fallen in love with Ethan Newton.It was freshman year. Second day of college. After falling victim to directions from Jackass seniors and wandering around the halls of Brooksview the previous day, I had been ready to dish it out to the first shit head I met, and unfortunately, it turned out to be Ethan.He’d offered to show me the way around. But I turned him down right in front of his friends, then felt bad about it later, because Ethan was an amazing person when I got to know him. He never stopped trying to loosen me up. And with every moment we spent together, I knew there was no going back. Ethan came from a wealthy family, and I, from an average background, but we survived the struggles and the long nights. We built our dreams into reality from nothing. Together. So when we finally decided to get married, it felt like the perfect ending to our story. I thought his heart was tied to mine the way mine was knotted to his. But

~~Scarlette~~I Don’t Love You Anymore.Each word was sharp and deliberate. He’d said it to my face, but it’s my heart that wouldn’t stop throbbing. It hurt so much I was sure I was dying. My breath hitched. Slowly, I pulled my hands back from his grasp and stumbled back as I wiped my face with the back of my hand and brushed the tears away.At that moment, something inside me broke. Not the kind that leaves you shattered, but the kind that hardens you forever.I laughed bitterly. “You’re insane, Ethan. After all these years, after everything I gave you, everything I sacrificed….”“Oh God. Not that line, Scarlette.” Ethan whined, and behind him, Emelia rolled her eyes.“It makes you look pitiful, trust me.”“You are throwing me away like trash…” My voice dipped low. “How do you expect anyone to even look at me again? What would people say?”A lazy smirk formed on Ethan’s lip. “I don’t give a damn. You’re already worthless. Used up. Don’t even dream of getting married again. You ar

scarlette~~~~Agreeing to marry Liam after Ethan my own husband—divorced me? Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was just a move I made because I wanted to burn the whole damn Newton name to the ground.Liam’s nothing like Ethan. Ethan was calm, cold, and always put-together, like some rich man carved from ice. But Liam? He’s heat. All rugged edges, tattoos, and raw energy. I never really paid much attention to him before. I was the faithful wife. Loyal. The perfect Newton bride.Until I wasn’t.“Scarl... what are you doing here?” Liam’s voice cut through the crowd. He pushed past two drunk couples and dropped into the seat across from me, eyes scanning my face.I leaned back, swirling the drink in my hand. “Since you’re asking… I’m here to have a good time. To stay as far away from your brother as possible.”His brows drew together. “We agreed on one thing, Scarlette,” he said, leaning in. “You said you’d marry me.”“I did,” I said, voice low, fingers tightening around the glass. “But h

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~scarlette~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Because,” I breathed, swallowing, “I’m still married to your brother.”Like a slap.His body jerked away from mine like he’d been stung, his hands gone, his heat pulled away.Silence.Heavy. Cold. Real.I turned around slowly, facing him.His face had changed—no longer cocky. No longer bold.Just… broken. And pissed.He stepped back one more time, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides."What the hell do you mean you're still married to my brother, huh?" Liam snapped.His voice cut through the air like a blade. Sharp. Bitter. Loud enough that a couple people outside the bar turned to stare.I folded my arms, chin high, and let the words roll off my tongue like I’d been waiting to say them.“What else do you think I mean, Liam? Your stupid brother didn’t even notice I used the wrong signature on the divorce papers — not the one I signed on our marriage certificate. The legal one.”He stared at me, blinking like he couldn’t wrap his brai