Semua Bab MARRIAGE WITH MY HUSBAND'S BROTHER: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The silence after Naomi walked in was louder than any scream.I stood there, numb, my body frozen as if my bones had turned to glass. The sting on my cheek from mother’s slap still pulsed beneath my skin, but it was nothing—nothing compared to the cold hollowness expanding in my chest. It was like my lungs had forgotten how to breathe.“How… how could this happen?” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.Naomi didn’t answer. She just stood in the doorway of the kitchen, her hand gently resting on her stomach like she’d always belonged here. Her expression was painted soft and sweet, almost apologetic—but her eyes… her eyes were a different story.There was no remorse in them. Just calm calculation. Quiet, satisfied victory.Mother clutched her arm tightly, shielding her like I was some vicious outsider. Not the wife. Not the one who’d lived in this house for three years. Not the woman who gave up everything just to be here. In their eyes, I was the problem. I was the shame.I lo

I ran.I don’t remember how I got out of that house. My feet barely touched the ground; my sobs caught in my throat like glass shards. I just remember the sky—it was starting to rain. Of course it was. The kind of soft drizzle that soaked through my hair and dress, cold and mocking, as if the universe wanted to add insult to injury.No one even followed me.The grand Verene mansion, with all its chandeliers and polished floors, faded behind me like a dream I was never meant to be part of.I didn’t even have my phone. My bag had been dropped somewhere, maybe back in inside my car, on. It didn’t matter. None of it did.I hailed a taxi like a madwoman, barefoot and soaked, tears dripping down my cheeks. The driver looked at me once in the mirror, eyebrows raised in concern. But he didn’t ask.“Just take me to a bar,” I said hoarsely. “Any bar.”He drove in silence.Ten minutes later, I stumbled into a dingy lounge tucked between a pawn shop and a karaoke bar. The neon sign outside flicke

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.But there’s no secret that could be hidden. Just days later, the media caught wind of the scandal before the ink on the papers dried. My name, once whispered with disdain in social circles, was now dragged across social media even more. Headlines shouted betrayal and scandal, twisting truths into digestible lies. My sister Naomi’s pregnancy with my husband’s child was everywhere, turning our private pain into the city’s favorite afternoon gossip.Everywhere I went, I felt their judgmental stares. Strangers

OMNISCIENT POINT OF VIEWThe dimly lit penthouse room throbbed with bass from a distant stereo, the air thick with cigar smoke and whiskey. Leo leaned back on the leather couch, shirt unbuttoned and a glass of scotch balanced loosely in one hand. Between his legs, a woman knelt—eager, desperate for his attention with her fingers digging into his thighs as she worked.He barely looked at her.His gaze was on the ceiling, lost in thought. And that woman wasn’t a distraction but just background noise—something to pass the time while his mind sifted through bigger problems.Then, a sharp knock.Before he could speak, the door opened.“Seriously?” Leo’s voice was calm but sharp as a blade, head tilting toward the intruder. “You forget how doors work, Johnson?”His right-hand man, unfazed, stepped in with an expression stoic but hurried. “Apologies, boss,” he said, closing the door behind him. “But it’s her. She sent you an email.”Leo’s demeanor changed instantly and the lazy smirk vanishe

He climbed into his car just after sundown, leaving the hotel in Tongyeong without a word. The city behind him glimmered under a fading sky with the lights along the harbor casting shimmering trails across the darkening water. It wasn’t far to her place, maybe forty minutes at most but the road felt longer tonight.His fingers tapped the steering wheel as he drove while the silence in the car louder than any music could’ve been.Why the hell is she not answering?He’d called.He didn’t even want to admit how many times. He never chased anyone, let alone a woman who had come crawling to him for help just days ago. But now that he was the one knocking, she was nowhere to be found. Not a single returned call. No reply. No trace.His jaw clenched.Typical, he thought bitterly. When I didn’t give a damn, she was all over me. Now that I agreed, she pulls this shit?The winding roads outside Tongyeong twisted through coastal hills, passing patches of pine trees and old houses nestled in sile