บททั้งหมดของ LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

RILEY…“It’s nothing, Mom,” Soren said, running a hand through his hair. He subtly kicked something under the bench with his foot.Fuck..it was the vibrator, I realized with a fresh wave of heat in my cheeks. “Just… married stuff. You know how it is.”“I do,” she sighed, taking another step into the room. Her eyes scanned the space, and I held my breath, pressing myself harder against the wall. Could she see me? “It’s just… I heard more than just a weight drop. It sounded like… voices.”Soren’s back was to me, but I saw his shoulders tense. “Probably just the TV. Or the pipes. This old house makes all sorts of noises.”Jeanne was quiet for a moment, her gaze drifting over the weight bench. She took another step closer to it, and to the closet where I was hiding. My blood ran cold.“It’s just…” she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It sounded like a woman… moaning.”My face reddened. My entire body went rigid. What the hell?Then Jeanne’s lips curved into a teasin

RILEY…Cass.She stood a few feet ahead, arms crossed, eyes narrowed into slits. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension was ice‑cold. I stepped back quickly, brushing dirt off my jeans, my face burning.“Just lost my footing,” I said weakly.Her eyes flicked to Soren, then back to me, and I knew she’d seen the blush on my face. Hell, I could feel it burning through my skin.I barely had time to catch my breath from my near‑mudslide disaster when Cassidy decided it was her turn to steal the spotlight.“Ahhh! My ankle!” she shrieked, flopping to the ground in an utterly theatrical fashion, twisting one leg like she’d just been shot in a war movie.Soren was instantly at her side. “Cass! Are you okay?”I froze, mouth open, dust still on my palms, heart pounding like I’d run a marathon just standing there. My stomach sank as I watched him kneel beside her, hands hovering over her leg, concern written all over his face.“Yeah… I think it’s just sprained,” she whimpered, voice quiv

RILEY…The cool water of the river was a blessing, washing away the heat of my anger and the lingering memory of my sister’s smug face.She’d insisted on coming, pretended to know the trails, and led us straight into a washed-out, dangerous section just to prove a point. Our fight had been explosive, a decade of sibling rivalry culminating in her storming off toward the car and me plunging into the woods, needing to get away from her, from everything. “Coming?" I repeated.He smirked and a wicked idea sparked. I flipped over, treading water, and gave him a slow, deliberate smile before splashing a huge arc of water directly at him. He flinched, droplets darkening his grey t-shirt, plastering it to the hard planes of his chest. “You’re going to get wet, Soren,” I called out, my voice dripping with a challenge he couldn’t possibly refuse.He didn’t hesitate. He kicked off his shoes and waded in, his eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. The water swirled arou

.…RILEY…I recoiled, pressing myself harder against the counter. “No. Thank you. I’m going to bed.”“Ah, c’mon,” he persisted, his gaze dropping to my chest, lingering there. “You’re not Cassidy. You’re not that prim and proper… or that cruel.” A wave of nausea rolled through me. Why does he keep saying her name? What history did they have? The possibilities were vile, making my head spin. The way he was looking at me—like I was a substitute, a consolation prize—made me feel filthy. I don't have time for this. I've got to leave now. “I said I’m going to bed,” I stated, my voice firmer now, laced with a disgust I didn’t try to hide. I pushed off the counter and tried to move past him.I was halfway to the door when a rough hand caught my wrist.I froze.His grip wasn’t painful, just desperate, the kind that came from too much whiskey and too many buried regrets. When I turned, his eyes were bloodshot, wild, like he’d been fighting ghosts for years and finally lost.“Don’t leave yet,

SORENSilence fell like a curse.The kind that didn’t just fill a room, it suffocated it. Every tick of the old grandfather clock in the hallway felt like it was hammering through my skull. Upstairs, I could hear my mother pacing, drawers slamming, the faint, broken sound of sobbing she probably thought no one could hear.Cass sat slumped on the couch, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking. The same hands that once looked perfect on magazine covers — now trembling, ruined. Dwayne hadn’t moved an inch. He just sat there in his half-unbuttoned shirt, eyes fixed on nothing, a hollow man staring into his own rot.I sat on the arm of the sofa, my body heavy, the world heavier. My hands were still shaking.I felt a kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes when you’ve held something in for too long… and finally let it burn everything down.Riley moved closer. She didn’t say a word, just slipped her arm around my shoulders and gave a firm squeeze.I didn’t deserve it.I’d just