DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I swallowed hard.Finally, I found my voice.“Ryan… what the hell is going on?”The two of them exchanged a look before Ryan turned back to me.“What does it look like?” he asked.I frowned, my voice rising with disbelief.“Can you explain to me what is going on in our house—our home? Who is this woman? Who is that little girl? What is happening here?.... Who are these people?”I gestured around the room, trying to make sense of it, trying to hold onto something that still made sense.And then Ryan laughed. He actually laughed.At my confusion. In my desperation.The hurt still laced in my voice, as if what I was seeing wasn’t real—wasn’t enough.He reached for the woman and pulled her into his side, his arm resting around her waist.He kissed her softly, smiling.“This is the woman of my life,” he said with ease. “You could say she’s my childhood sweetheart. Her name is Ariana.”I froze again.The love of his life?His childhood sweetheart?I had never heard the name “Ariana” before

"It's okay," she cooed, her voice soothing as she drew me close, cradling me against her chest. Her hand moved gently through my hair, an action meant to calm me, but the distress crashed relentlessly. I tried to speak, to speak, but the words caught in my throat.Her gentle ministrations continued until the frantic energy began to dissipate, leaving behind a weary stillness. "Fetch Monique a glass of water," she instructed the servants. I drank the cool liquid gratefully."Come, sit next to me," she said softly, noticing that in my distress, I had unceremoniously settled upon her feet. I shifted, taking a seat beside her, the reality of my mortifying display just now, finally getting to me. Every eye in the room was fixed upon me, the whole family, the maids, were all witnesses to my downfall.Shame washed over me. "I'm sorry," I choked out, the apology a whisper. "I'm so sorry for my entrance. I'm just… a bit overwhelmed. This is all so new. I feel like my life.... my whole mar

That did it.I turned toward her, and I stared, really stared trying to figure out if she truly believed the words she was saying. If she honestly thought I should stay here and grovel for forgiveness. If she thought I owed Ryan anything after all of this.And then, finally, the words found their way out of me.“I’m not staying here,” I said.And then I walked out the door.“Monique! Where the hell do you think you’re going? Come back here!” I heard Mrs. Bennett’s voice echo behind me, sharp and commanding. Footsteps followed, fast and determined like she might chase after me.But then Lydia’s voice cut through, calm yet firm. “Just let her go. If she wants to leave, let her go. Haven’t you guys done enough?”I didn’t stop to listen to their response. I closed the door behind me and walked toward my car. My body felt heavy like I was dragging all the years I had wasted behind me. I got in, turned on the ignition, and reversed out of the Bennetts’ pristine driveway, unsure of where I

He stayed silent, watching me carefully, but I didn’t want to dive into the details of forged documents, hidden clauses, or the betrayal written in fine print. It was too much, too raw.So I just shook my head and continued, “Then ten years later, I decided to surprise my husband. I went home unannounced, thinking I’d find him working, maybe sleeping... Doing something.....”I gave a bitter chuckle and looked up.“But instead, I found him with another woman. Living another life. In our house. A different version of himself. And all I could think about was how I didn’t know. Not once did I question him. Not once did I even imagine it.”I took a deep gulp of my wine, letting the burn in my throat distract me from the one in my chest.“It was the greatest shock of my life. Honestly, I still can’t believe I got out of there without having a heart attack.”He finally spoke again, his voice calm but curious. “So… you really had no idea he was seeing another woman? Nothing?”“No.” I drained

I took the glass of water and drank deeply, trying to cool the fire inside me, not just the alcohol, but the heat he ignited within me... That single wink. I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on our surroundings, the glass in my hand, anything but him.'I am not going to sleep with him. There is no way I’m going to sleep with him. No. Nada. Never.'I repeated it in my head like a mantra. I shouldn't let him into my head like this. I couldn’t. That’s what I focused on, just drinking the water and staying grounded.We sat in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was easy. The kind of quiet that wraps around two people when words aren’t needed. Just presence and shared space. It felt... peaceful.I noticed he hadn’t ordered another drink. He was still slowly sipping the same glass of whiskey like he wasn’t in a rush for anything. Like he was perfectly content just being there.Eventually, I stood up. “Excuse me,” I said softly and walked toward the restroom.Under the mirror, I gave mysel