All Chapters of You’re supposed to be my Brother Inlaw: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

I knew the second i saw a photo of Eva and Ian in the mall getting things for Christmas, nothing had changed. He’d said it in the hotel room, his voice raw from moaning out my name, his sperm still slick between my thighs. “I’m leaving her.” I’d believed him because I wanted to. I needed to. Because for one reckless weekend I let myself imagine a world where I wasn’t the dirty secret and Eva wasn’t the one who got to keep him. But the invitation came from Mom: Can’t wait to have all our babies under one roof for Thanksgiving! Ian and Eva are driving up Wednesday night. I almost didn’t go. I sat in my apartment with the half packed overnight bag and stared at the black dress still crumpled on the floor from the club, the one he’d peeled off me in the alley. I could still feel his teeth on my neck when I turned my head too fast. But Mom called three times. Dad sent a voice note that he missed his “little angel.” And I was always the good one, wasn’t I? The one who showe

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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

I’m already awake when I hear Eva and Ian upstairs. Their door opens and laughter follows. I lie still in my childhood bed, staring as my chest feels tight, like something heavy is sitting on it.When I come downstairs, Eva is at the counter in one of Mom’s old aprons, her sleeves rolled up, hair twisted into a loose knot. She’s radiant and Ian stands behind her, arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she flips pancakes.“You’re going to burn them,” he says.“They’re fine,” she laughs, leaning back into him.Mom watches from the table with a soft smile, hands wrapped around her mug. Dad’s reading the paper, occasionally chiming in with commentary no one asked for.I take my seat quietly. Eva turns first. “Morning! You should’ve woken me, i would’ve made extra.”“You did,” Ian says easily. “You always do.”Breakfast unfolds as Eva talks about their drive, the terrible playlist Ian insisted on, the roadside diner with the awful coffee. Ian corrects details, teases her,

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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

We leave after lunch. Eva drives and sings along, steering the wheel. “Okay,” she says, pulling into the mall parking lot. “Rules for today, we buy one thing we need, one thing we absolutely don’t, and we eat something terrible for us.”I smile. “Those are very specific rules.”“They’re tried and tested.” She grins. “Trust me.”Inside, the mall smells like cinnamon pretzels and perfume. Eva loops her arm through mine as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.The first store is a clothing boutique she loves. She disappears into the racks with a delighted gasp, pulling fabrics from hangers, holding dresses up against herself in the mirror.“What do you think?” she asks, stepping out in a green sweater dress that hugs her perfectly.“It’s perfect,” I say, and I mean it.She tilts her head. “You’re being nice. I want honest.”“I’m being honest.”She beams. “Good. Because you need one too.”Before I can protest, she’s already choosing things for me. A soft knits, a coat in a color

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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Ian’s POV I spot them before they see me. They’re standing under a streetlamp near the theater, bags at their feet, shoulders leaned slightly toward each other. Eva’s hands are moving as she talks, her face bright with the kind of happiness that used to feel effortless between us. Fel is quieter, her posture composed, chin lifted, eyes turned toward something I can’t see. They look… beautiful. Not in the simple, flattering way men are supposed to notice women. In the way that makes my chest tighten. In the way that feels dangerous. I pull over and cut the engine. For a second, I just sit there gripping the steering wheel, trying to get my breathing under control. I tell myself this is fine. This is normal. I’m picking up my wife and her sister. Nothing more. The lie tastes bitter. Eva spots me first and waves, bouncing on her toes as she drags Fel toward the car. She opens the front passenger door without hesitation, tossing her bags into the back. “Hey you,” she says b

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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Eva’s POV Watching them fiddle around me has to be the most hilarious thing ever. They think I don’t know about their little affair. What they don’t know is that I followed Ian one night he went out and saw him with her, his arms wrapped around her waist. They were standing in the parking lot of some cheap hotel on the outskirts of town, the kind of place that doesn’t ask questions, the kind of place people go when they don’t want to be found. Felicia’s head was tipped back, Ian’s mouth on her throat, her fingers twisted in his shirt like she was drowning and he was air. I sat in my car across the street, engine off, watching them through the rain-streaked windshield. The rain was coming down hard enough that they didn’t notice me, didn’t see my car, didn’t think to look around before putting on their little show. And I felt… nothing. No rage. No heartbreak. Just a cold, calculating awareness that this changed things. That this gave me leverage. That this was, in its own twisted

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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Felicia’s POV My phone buzzes in my coat pocket as I set my bags down in the entryway. I know without looking that it’s Eva. There’s a sick, twisting sensation in my stomach that’s been there since we got in the car, since I saw the way Ian’s hands gripped the steering wheel, white-knuckled and desperate. She’s been doing this for weeks now—sending cryptic messages, making pointed comments that could mean nothing or everything. Comments about family loyalty. About trust. About how some bonds should never be broken. I kept telling myself I was paranoid, that there was no way she knew. That we’d been careful enough. But the way she looked at me in the car tonight, the way she sang just a little too loudly, smiled just a little too brightly… I’m not paranoid. She knows. I pull out my phone with shaking hands, my heart already pounding before I even read the words on the screen. We need to talk. Tell him to stop asking for a divorce or I tell Mom and Dad everything. The words h

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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Eva’s POVI lean in to kiss Mom’s cheek, her perfume the same expensive floral she’s worn since I was a child. “Thanks for having us. The holiday was wonderful.”“Of course, sweetheart.” She pulls back, holding my shoulders. “You look tired. Are you feeling alright?”“Just busy with work stuff,” I lie smoothly. “You know how it is.”Dad hugs me next, his beard scratching my forehead. “Drive safe. Roads might be icy.”“We will.” I turn to find Ian already at the car, keys in hand, eager to leave. Always so eager to leave lately.Felicia hovers in the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself like she’s cold even though it’s warm inside. Our eyes meet, and I let my smile sharpen just slightly. Just enough for her to see.She looks away first. Good.The drive to Felicia’s apartment is suffocating. Ian keeps his eyes on the road, his jaw tight. Felicia sits in the back seat like a stranger we’re giving a ride to, staring out the window. Nobody speaks. The silence is delicious in its awkwar

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CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Eva’s POVFriday arrives wrapped in gray clouds and cold rain. I tell Ian I’m meeting an old college friend for lunch. He barely looks up from his laptop when I say it, just grunts something that might be acknowledgment.I wonder if he’s texting her right now. If they’re planning when they can see each other next. If he tells her he loves her.The thought should hurt more than it does. Instead, I feel nothing. Just a cold, hollow space where my heart used to be.I dress carefully again. Black slacks this time, a cream silk blouse that drapes just right. Understated but elegant. I catch myself checking my reflection three times before I leave, and I force myself to stop. This isn’t about vanity. This is about control.Richard chose a wine bar this time. More intimate than the café. Darker. The kind of place where people go when they don’t want to be seen.He’s already there when I arrive, sitting in a booth near the back. He stands when he sees me, and this time his eyes don’t hide the

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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Eva’s POVRichard’s mouth is demanding, nothing like Ian’s tentative kisses lately. He tastes like wine and power, and I find myself kissing him back with a desperation that surprises me. My hands fist in his expensive suit jacket, pulling him closer.This is Ian’s father. Ian’s “father”. The thought should repulse me, should make me pull away. Instead, it makes me kiss him harder.He groans against my mouth, his hands sliding down to my waist, gripping tight. We’re pressed together in a parking garage like teenagers, and I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except the way this makes me feel—powerful, desired, in control.When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. Richard’s usually perfect hair is mussed, his tie askew. I did that. Me.“Jesus,” he mutters, his forehead resting against mine. “Eva.”“I know.”“This is—”“Insane. Wrong. Terrible.” I finish for him. “I know.”But he’s smiling when he pulls back to look at me. “I was going to say inevitable.”My laugh com

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CHAPTER FOURTY

Eva’s POVI wake up in an unfamiliar bed, disoriented. Morning light streams through curtains I don’t recognize, and for a moment I panic, thinking I’m still dreaming. Then I feel the warmth beside me, see Richard’s sleeping face on the pillow next to mine, and everything comes rushing back.Oh God. Oh God, what did I do?I slip out of bed as quietly as possible, gathering my scattered clothes from the floor. My hands shake as I button my blouse, pull on my slacks. In the mirror above the dresser, I look like exactly what I am—a woman who spent the night somewhere she shouldn’t have.My hair is a mess, my makeup smudged. There’s a mark on my neck that I don’t remember Richard making. Evidence. Proof.“Leaving without saying goodbye?”I spin around. Richard is awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me with those dark eyes. In the morning light, he looks older—the lines around his eyes more pronounced, the gray in his hair more obvious. He’s handsome, distinguished, but he’s also unmi

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