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CHAPTER TEN
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You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Anna’s POVMy phone buzzes in my coat pocket as I set my bags down in the entryway. I know without looking that it’s Eva. There’s a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach that’s been there since we got in the car, since I saw the way Ian’s hands gripped the steering wheel, white-knuckled and desperate.She’s been doing this for weeks now—sending cryptic messages, making pointed comments that could mean nothing or everything. Comments about family loyalty. About trust. About how some bonds should never be broken. I kept telling myself I was paranoid, that there was no way she knew. That we’d been careful enough.But the way she looked at me in the car tonight, the way she sang just a little too loudly, smiled just a little too brightly… I’m not paranoid. She knows.I pull out my phone with shaking hands, my heart already pounding before I even read the words on the screen.We need to talk. Tell him to stop asking for a divorce or I tell Mom and Dad everything.The words hit me like a p
You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Eva’s POVWatching them fiddle around me has to be the most hilarious thing ever. They think I don’t know about their little affair.What they don’t know is that I followed Ian one night he went out and saw him with her, his arms wrapped around her waist. They were standing in the parking lot of some cheap hotel on the outskirts of town, the kind of place that doesn’t ask questions, the kind of place people go when they don’t want to be found. Anna’s head was tipped back, Ian’s mouth on her throat, her fingers twisted in his shirt like she was drowning and he was air.I sat in my car across the street, engine off, watching them through the rain-streaked windshield. The rain was coming down hard enough that they didn’t notice me, didn’t see my car, didn’t think to look around before putting on their little show. And I felt… nothing. No rage. No heartbreak. Just a cold, calculating awareness that this changed things. That this gave me leverage. That this was, in its own twisted way, a g
You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Ian’s pov I spot them before they see me. They’re standing under a streetlamp near the theater, bags at their feet, shoulders leaned slightly toward each other. Eva hands is moving as she talks, her face bright with the kind of happiness that used to feel effortless between us. Anna is quieter, her posture composed, chin lifted, eyes turned toward something I can’t see.They look… beautiful.Not in the simple, flattering way men are supposed to notice women. In the way that makes my chest tighten. In the way that feels dangerous.I pull over and cut the engine. For a second, I just sit there gripping the steering wheel, trying to get my breathing under control. I tell myself this is fine. This is normal. I’m picking up my wife and her sister. Nothing more.The lie tastes bitter.Eva spots me first and waves, bouncing on her toes as she drags Anna toward the car. She opens the front passenger door without hesitation, tossing her bags into the back.“Hey you,” she says brightly, leani
You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
We leave after lunch. Eva drives and sings along, steering the wheel. “Okay,” she says, pulling into the mall parking lot. “Rules for today, we buy one thing we need, one thing we absolutely don’t, and we eat something terrible for us.”I smile. “Those are very specific rules.”“They’re tried and tested.” She grins. “Trust me.”Inside, the mall smells like cinnamon pretzels and perfume. Eva loops her arm through mine as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.The first store is a clothing boutique she loves. She disappears into the racks with a delighted gasp, pulling fabrics from hangers, holding dresses up against herself in the mirror.“What do you think?” she asks, stepping out in a green sweater dress that hugs her perfectly.“It’s perfect,” I say, and I mean it.She tilts her head. “You’re being nice. I want honest.”“I’m being honest.”She beams. “Good. Because you need one too.”Before I can protest, she’s already choosing things for me. A soft knits, a coat in a color
You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
I’m already awake when I hear Eva and Ian upstairs. Their door opens and laughter follows. I lie still in my childhood bed, staring as my chest feels tight, like something heavy is sitting on it.When I come downstairs, Eva is at the counter in one of Mom’s old aprons, her sleeves rolled up, hair twisted into a loose knot. She’s radiant and Ian stands behind her, arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she flips pancakes.“You’re going to burn them,” he says.“They’re fine,” she laughs, leaning back into him.Mom watches from the table with a soft smile, hands wrapped around her mug. Dad’s reading the paper, occasionally chiming in with commentary no one asked for.I take my seat quietly. Eva turns first. “Morning! You should’ve woken me, i would’ve made extra.”“You did,” Ian says easily. “You always do.”Breakfast unfolds as Eva talks about their drive, the terrible playlist Ian insisted on, the roadside diner with the awful coffee. Ian corrects details, teases her,
You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
I knew the second i saw a photo of Eva and Ian in the mall getting things for Christmas, nothing had changed. He’d said it in the hotel room, his voice raw from moaning out my name, his sperm still slick between my thighs. “I’m leaving her.” I’d believed him because I wanted to. I needed to.Because for one reckless weekend I let myself imagine a world where I wasn’t the dirty secret and Eva wasn’t the one who got to keep him.But the invitation came from Mom: Can’t wait to have all our babies under one roof for Thanksgiving! Ian and Eva are driving up Wednesday night. I almost didn’t go. I sat in my apartment with the half packed overnight bag and stared at the black dress still crumpled on the floor from the club, the one he’d peeled off me in the alley. I could still feel his teeth on my neck when I turned my head too fast.But Mom called three times. Dad sent a voice note that he missed his “little artist.” And I was always the good one, wasn’t I? The one who showed up with
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