She Stole My Husband I Married His Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Harper's POV:I should have known better than to trust happiness.The bedroom door stood half open. I'd come home early to surprise Connor with his favorite dinner, something I did every week because he once told me it made him feel loved. The apartment was quiet except for sounds coming from upstairs. Sounds I recognized, that made my stomach turn cold.I pushed the door wider.Connor was in our bed. The sheets I'd washed that morning were tangled around two bodies, and when the woman turned her head, I saw Jenny's face. My best friend. The person who stood beside me at my wedding."Harper." Connor didn't even look surprised. He sat up slowly, like I was interrupting something casual. Like I was the one who'd walked into the wrong room.I couldn't breathe. My lungs forgot how to work."Say something," I whispered, but it came out broken. "Tell me... tell me this isn't what it looks like."Jenny laughed. She pulled the sheet around herself and stood up, and she was laughing. "Oh Harpe

Harper's POV:The motel clerk didn't look up when I asked if anyone had turned in a photo album."Lady, people don't turn in anything here." He was chewing gum loud enough that I could hear it popping between his teeth. "You lose something, it's gone."I walked back to my room and stared at the stained carpet and the walls so thin I could hear everything happening next door, and something inside me snapped. I couldn't stay here. Not tonight, with the weight of everything pressing down on me until I couldn't breathe.I grabbed my jacket and left.The street was alive with neon lights and music pouring out of open doorways, people everywhere laughing like the world wasn't falling apart. I walked until my feet ached and my throat burned, and then I saw a sign that caught my attention.Obsidian.Sleek black letters above a doorway that looked like it cost a lot, with a doorman in an expensive suit, standing at the doorway watching for creeps and beautiful people streaming in and out.I pu

Harper’s POV:My legs stopped working and I couldn't tell if it was from recognizing him or from the way he was looking at me like he'd won something."Sit down, Ms. Lane," he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk with the same hand that had been in my hair last night, touched parts of me I was trying to forget.I should have turned around and walked out but my body wouldn't listen because it remembered how he'd made me feel like I mattered for a few hours, and that made me angry at myself for being weak."You knew," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I expected. "You knew I applied here.""I did." He leaned back in his chair and his eyes never left mine. "I was checking through an application that stood out amidst some applications we received when I saw your face, I told my team to bring you in immediately.""Why?""Because I've been looking for you since you left my bed yesterday morning." He said it so casually, like he was talking about the weather and not ab

Harper's POV:His hand was on mine before I could process what was happening, pulling me away from Connor and Jenny and all those cameras pointed at us like we were some kind of show they paid to watch."Your property?" Connor's voice came from somewhere behind us but Hardin didn't stop moving, his other hand came up to shield my face from the photographers that were multiplying by the second, their flashes going off so fast it made spots dance in my vision."Harper wait, you need to hear me out," Connor was running after us now and I could hear more footsteps following him, more voices shouting questions I couldn't make out over the blood rushing in my ears.I looked back just once and saw Jenny still on the ground with tears running down her face and something twisted in my chest because what if she was telling the truth? What if she was sorry? My mind went back to the days when we'd stayed up late talking about our dreams, when she'd brought me coffee every morning without me askin

Harper's POV:Five million dollars.The number kept repeating in my head like some kind of sick joke and I couldn't make it stop no matter how many times I blinked at the paper or tried to pretend I hadn't just been served with a lawsuit that would destroy whatever was left of my life."Let me handle this." Hardin's voice came from somewhere behind me but it sounded far away, like I was underwater and he was calling from the surface.I folded the papers and shoved them back in the envelope because looking at them made my hands shake worse."You can't handle this," I said and my voice came out flat. "This isn't your problem.""Harper...""I need to go." I walked past him toward the door and my legs felt like they might give out but I kept moving because if I stopped I'd fall apart right here in his office and I couldn't do that, not in front of him, not in front of anyone.His hand caught my wrist and pulled me back around to face him."Where are you going to go?" His eyes searched min