บททั้งหมดของ Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

AbigailThe sound of a car woke me up, and I realized I had fallen asleep amidst a pile of documents. Lately, I’ve been getting sleepier and sleepier, probably because of the chaos at home. I’ve been busy taking over the burdens Conrad, my husband, has been carrying, hoping he’ll stop looking so troubled all the time.Looking out the window, I saw Conrad's car pull up. After getting out from the driver’s seat, he bent down to open the door for the passenger side. A woman stepped out and walked into the house. I couldn’t see the woman’s face from the window as it was hidden by her hat. Filled with curiosity, I went downstairs to greet them.As I came down to the bottom and moved toward the foyer, I couldn’t see who it was at first, only Conrad by the doorway, his head bent as he spoke to the woman just beyond my view. I couldn’t make out her words, but the voice was familiar. He was smiling—a smile so wide and bright it made me pause. I took a step closer, and that’s when she came into

Abigail “What are you doing in here?” I asked sharply, my voice cutting through the quiet. Susanna held up one of my scarves against her arm, admiring it. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m just getting settled. I’ll be staying in this room.” I blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. “Excuse me?” Her grey eyes sparkled with amusement. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? You and Conrad need to be close if I need anything, and my room is so far down the hall. It’s just more convenient for everyone if I stay here.” My pulse quickened, anger rising swiftly. “This is our room. I and Conrad’s. You don’t just decide to move in without even asking.” Susanna smirked, unfazed by the heat in my voice. “I wasn’t asking. Conrad said I could stay here.” “Did he?” I said, my tone ice-cold. “I find that hard to believe.” Our voices rose, each word louder than the last, until the door creaked open behind us. Conrad entered the room, his expression wary as he took in the

AbigailHis voice held a hint of tension, and I felt a rush of apprehension.“I—uh, I heard the phone ringing.” I said, my mind racing to think of how to play this off. I couldn’t let him know I’d seen my surprise. “It was so loud, and I thought the call might be important.” His eyes narrowed slightly, and I could see the tension in his posture. He stepped into the room, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You shouldn’t have come in here, Abigail. You know how I feel about people being in this room without my permission.” He replied, his tone sharper than I expected.“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a problem,” I replied. “You weren’t around, and it sounded urgent. It was about Alexander. I took the call. They have some leads, and I gave my permission for them to proceed.”The tension between us was thick as I stood there, waiting for Conrad’s response. His brow furrowed as if trying to choose the right words. But when he finally spoke, I felt my frustration boil over a

AbigailMaybe it was because I had just heard his reasonable explanation and trusted him, or maybe I had a feeling there would be more reasons waiting for me. Either way, for the sake of the baby, my sleep was more important than where Conrad went. So, I turned and went straight to bed, deciding to leave the problem for tomorrow.By the time I got up, Conrad was already getting ready to leave.“Good morning,” Conrad stood by the mirror, adjusting his tie with practiced ease. His dark suit was crisp and perfectly tailored, the kind of sharpness that made it immediately obvious he was a man from a powerful family.“Morning,” I replied briefly, leaning against the doorframe, masking my unease with casual conversation. “Where were you last night?” I asked, my voice steady.His hands froze for the briefest second before he recovered quickly, smoothing the tie knot. “Working,” he said simply. “In the study.”I raised a brow, waiting for him to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, as if to steer

AbigailI walked away from my room with deliberate steps, my fingers still tingling from the anger I had suppressed during my conversation with Conrad. The gall of his request was enough to make my blood boil. Yet, I hadn’t allowed my voice to rise. I couldn’t.But it still echoed in my ears. Lend Susanna my jewelry? The set he’d just given me last night as a token of his appreciation? Did he even hear himself?“Abigail,” Conrad called after me, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he hurried to catch up. It followed me even as I tried to walk faster. His hand closed around my arm, halting my steps. “Wait.”“Don’t walk away like this,” he said, his brows knitted together. “What’s wrong with you today? Why are you making this such a big deal?”I turned to him slowly, keeping my face calm, though the fury simmering beneath threatened to boil over. “What’s wrong with me? Conrad, you just asked me to strip away what little respect I have left in this household and hand it over to your