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Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā For Every Rational Reasonsā¦
Scarlette. āClaudiaā¦ā Ethan repeated slowly, disbelief flickering across his face as he looked at her.Motherās lips curled with bitter contempt. āYou see now, Ethan? She calls me by my name. Sheās lost every shred of respect she ever pretended to have. And Liam just stands there, watching this insanity unfold.āEthan turned fully to me, his expression darkening. āSince when did you start calling my mother by her name? Have you finally lost your mind? Or are you just stupid? Maybe itās the pregnancy hormonesāIād like to believe thatābut thereās a limit to this nonsense. Claudia? You donāt get to do that.āThen he rounded on Liam.āAnd you,ā he snapped, voice sharp with disbelief. āYouāre just standing there? Letting her disrespect our mother in her own house? Have you lost your goddamn mind? How can you be here and not control the woman youāre with? Tame her, for Christās sake. Put her on a leash if you have to, because this madness is getting out of hand. Honestly, the best thing
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā I Donāt Give A Fuckā¦
Scarlette.I was ready to turn the entire place upside down. Ready to tear the walls down brick by brick if I had to. If rage could become fire, this mansion would have burned to ash already. No one here deserved peace. No one deserved calm.āLiam,ā Mother said sharply, her voice slicing through the room, āhow can you stand there and let another woman insult your mother this way?āShe straightened, pride stiffening her spine. āI didnāt raise you to be this gullible. This shaken. This pathetically invested in a woman.āHer eyes flicked toward me with open contempt.āYour emotions are clouding your judgment. Ethan would never allow this.āLiam laughed, but there was nothing amused in it. It was bitter. Cutting.āWell then, good,ā he said coldly. āBecause Ethanāyour favorite sonāwould also never allow you to be questioned about something you and he have been hiding for years.āThe room seemed to still.āI donāt want to ask again,ā Liam said, his voice rising, his hands gripping her ar
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā Your Secrets Arenāt Safeā¦
Scarlette. āMotherā¦ listen,ā I said softly, my expression shifting into a smile so strained it felt like it might split my face in two.āI made you lunch.āI turned slightly, gesturing toward the food tray on the table. āIāve been waiting for you all day. I wanted you to eat this.āI walked closer to it, my fingers hovering over the lids. āMadam Julie didnāt prepare it. I did. I told herāwhat was the point of me being here if I couldnāt prepare a simple meal for my mother?ā I let out a quiet breathless laugh. āI mean, you were my mother-in-law for years. And soon, youāll be my mother-in-law again. Iāve always seen you as my mother in factā¦ because I never had one of my own.āMy voice faltered for a fraction of a second before I forced it steady again. āItās just unfortunate that youāre so cruel.āI waved the thought away as if it didnāt matter. āAnywayā¦ come see what I made. Itās your favorite.āI lifted the lid.The aroma reached me first.And then pain did.Her hand clamped arou
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā Enemy At The Doorā¦
Scarlette.I have replayed every version of this moment in my head so many times that it almost felt rehearsed, like a scene from a play I had memorized down to the last breath. In every version, Motherās face twisted with the same familiar contempt, her lips curling as she spat out words designed to cut deeper than knives. I had imagined her voice rising, sharp and triumphant, telling me how lucky her son Ethan was to have left me. How fortunate he was to have divorced a woman like me. How, if he had stayed married to me, he would have become the biggest joke of the year, a man shackled to a barren wife who could give him nothing.I imagined her laughing, that cold, superior laugh she always used when she thought she had won, when she believed she was standing on higher ground. I imagined her accusing me of trapping Liam, of seducing the āgoodā son after failing to keep the first. I imagined her saying that if Liam did not leave me soon, I would ruin him too, turn him into some
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā I Prepared A Mess For You As Breakfastā¦
Scarlette. I froze for a moment after the words left my mouth, my forehead pressed into Liamās bare chest, my fingers curled into the fabric of his trousers like they were the only thing anchoring me to the ground. His skin was warm, familiar, steady in a way my world hadnāt been for years, yet even that comfort couldnāt dull the sharp edge of what Iād just confessed.āYour mother knew all along, Liam,ā I repeated, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it firm. āShe knew. And she made me a villain in her story. She made it look like I wasnāt enough for her son.āHis arms tightened around me instinctively, one hand spreading over my back, the other settling protectively at my waist. He lowered his head, resting his cheek against my hair, breathing me in like he was trying to absorb the hurt straight out of my bones.āBaby,ā he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, āyou canāt ever think that way again. Youāre enough. Youāve always been enough. Youāre the sweetest, strongest w
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.Ā Ā Ā Drunk With Poisonā¦
Scarlette. All those years came crashing down on me at once.Every single humiliation.Every sharp word.Every pill shoved into my palm like a sentence I had no right to question.I saw it all againāMother standing over me with that cold, disappointed stare, telling me I was defective. Useless. Incomplete. I remembered her voice echoing through the house, loud enough for servants to hear, loud enough for shame to settle into the walls.You must take them.You must not skip a dose.You want to embarrass this family forever?The medications. God. The way they made me dizzy, nauseous, hollow. The way my hands would tremble when I tried to write notes for my patients. The way I had to cancel sessions again and again, watching my credibility crumble while Mother smiled like she was doing me a favor.I remembered the Spanish-speaking girl vividly. The desperation in her voice. How she needed someone who could understand her, who could hear her trauma in her own language. I had promised h
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