All Chapters of Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~~Scarlette~~The heavy sigh Emelia gave was too strong. Like something deep inside her still hadn't been set free.But what was she even thinking? Since when did she know Liam enough to believe he’d fall for her silly talks? She had to be stupid if she thought Liam was the same leftover husband I dumped. Dumb child.I picked up the breakfast tray and walked into the dining room.“Hey Liam… here’s your breakfast. And probably the last time I act like a wifey to any man,” I said.He turned to look at me, already dressed. Jeans hugged his waist, and a light blue short-sleeved shirt clung to his body, intentionally unbuttoned at the top, exposing part of his chest. He sat calmly, as if he hadn’t just stolen sleep from my eyes last night.“So… who are you going out to meet?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though something cracked in my tone—jealousy, maybe.He slowly dragged the tray toward himself, smirking a little. He took a bite of the scrambled eggs and sautéed vegetables, then sip

~~Scarlette~~There was a shift. I couldn’t explain it, but I saw it. Liam’s face—his energy—it changed the moment Kayden’s name came up. Silent. Not brooding, not annoyed. Just… quiet. And that wasn’t like him. At least not my Liam.We got into the car. I slid into the backseat, assuming he’d take the passenger side next to Kai. But no—he joined me in the back. Not next to me, though. He sat far, near the window. Like I’d suddenly grown thorns.I glanced at him."So, where are we headed now, boys?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. My voice was playful, eyes flicking from Kai to Liam, hoping for something—anything—from him."We're celebrating the win," Kai answered through the mirror. "Red Talons took the trophy. So, we’re heading to the bar."I noticed Liam still hadn’t said a word. His head was rested against the window like he wasn’t really here."Liam’s bar, I guess?" I leaned forward, trying to keep up the energy."Yeah… but the second one," Kai replied with a grin.I blinked

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~His grip only tightened.I felt his breath against my neck—warm, slow—like he was savoring every second. My skin crawled.“Kayden… please…” I whispered, barely standing. “Don’t do this.”“You know what’s funny?” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “I didn’t plan this. But then you walked up to me—so mouthy, so tempting—and I thought... why the hell not?”I pushed at his arm, weakly. “Liam will kill you…”He chuckled, low and cruel. “Liam doesn’t even know you’re here. Probably thinks you’re still sipping your drink like a good little girl. And even if he finds out—” he leaned closer, “—I’ll be long gone.”My head spun. Everything around me blurred. But I forced my hands up again, shoving at his chest.He didn’t move.Instead, he yanked me away from the mirror and slammed me against the wall—not hard, but firm enough that I knew I wasn’t getting out of this easily. His hand stayed tangled in my hair, keeping me there.“I guess this is why they call you the evi

~~Scarlette~~“What do you know about brokenness?”That’s what I asked a woman who once sat across from me during a counseling session—shaking, sobbing, on the edge of madness.Now I wonder…Where would I place my own madness?Hers came from loss.Mine came from loving the wrong people and blaming myself for their sins.From being touched, broken, stitched up—and still pretending I’m whole.She cried. I pitied her.But maybe I should’ve pitied myself first.I heaved the moment Liam screeched the car to a stop outside the Newton house. I hadn’t even realized we’d arrived—until the flood of bright lights from the building hit my eyes through the narrow slit in the window. It burned a little.“Gosh, why are there so many damn lights?” I snapped, irritated.“I guess Mother’s back,” Liam muttered. “She’s probably hosting something or just being dramatic... But seriously, Brownie—why won’t you get proper treatment?”He leaned closer to my seat, lips trailing from my neck to my cheek.“I’m b

I don’t know if it’s Liam’s presence, or just the emotional wreck I’ve become—but I know I should be angry right now. Furious, even.But Liam isn’t giving me the air to feel what I’m supposed to feel."And you know I should be scolding you right now, Brownie," he said, his voice dipping low near my ear.I blinked quickly. “Scolding? Why… what did I do?” I stuttered, suddenly too aware of his bare chest and the closeness that burned between us.“You didn’t listen to me today,” he murmured. “At the bar. You disobeyed.”“I didn’t—”“Don’t talk back,” he cut in, his fingers brushing lightly along my hip. “You walked up to Kayden. After I told you not to.”“I just wanted to talk—”“You disobeyed,” he said again, firmer this time.I looked up at him, my throat tightening. “I’m sorry… it was a disaster today. Everything was just—messed up.” I paused. “What… what kind of punishment are we talking about?”Why am I letting all my older, used-to-be-married instincts go out the window? Should I s