All Chapters of Post-Marriage: Still Supporting His Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After that phone call, I stood rooted to the spot, reeling from the revelation for a full ten minutes. The words "$10,000" echoed relentlessly in my mind.On Thanksgiving, I had suggested giving my parents $1,000, but George Serrano shot it down, saying we were tight on cash and to hold off.I believed him, even feeling guilty for bringing it up. My parents comforted me, saying everything they had would be mine one day and telling me not to dwell on it.I could never have imagined that his idea of being tight on cash meant funneling 10,000 dollars to his parents every month."Honey, let me explain..." George stepped forward, reaching for my hand.I yanked it away, my gaze as cold as ice. "Explain what? That the $10,000 isn't real?"Memories came flooding back, crashing over me like waves. I'd waffled over a discounted coat for half a month before deciding not to buy it.Every day at the market, I'd haggle as if my life depended on it over a few bucks, calculating if spending an

The video was crystal clear: that afternoon, George had driven my car away. A few hours later, he came back by taxi, but the car never reappeared.I stood before the empty parking spot, my blood running cold. With shaking hands, I dialed his number. "George, where is my car?"After what felt like an eternity, he showed up, rubbing his hands nervously. "I scratched it by accident and sent it to the dealership for repairs."I watched his lousy performance, then showed him the vehicle's location interface on my phone. "Which part of your story can I still believe? You took my car and gave it to Ross without even discussing it with me?"His face twisted with feigned grievance. "What's the fuss? Ross is family, and he needs a car for work, so I lent it to him. Besides, if we hadn't shifted the $20,000 Mom and Dad saved for his car to our wedding expenses, he'd have had one long ago. We owe him."His tone dripped with dissatisfaction, and I could hardly believe my ears. Even at this poi

The news agency perked up immediately. They'd been scraping for fresh stories, and here I was, handing them a bombshell on a platter.But they were cautious. "What do you want in return?"I stared at George's smug face on the screen, my eyes blazing with rage. "I want George Serrano's reputation in ruins, and I want his whole family to pay the price they deserve."George secretly subsidizing Ross was already a bitter pill, but it was his money, after all. But now, they were united in feasting on my family's misery, driving us to the brink while lining their pockets.The representative paused, then chuckled. "Let's see if what you provide is worth that price."George had been riding a wave recently, with an eye-catching title blaring from his livestream: [Can't spend money on family after getting married?]Fake tears streamed down his face as he began telling his story.His parents were quintessential rural folks, struggling financially, with two sons needing to support families

I never thought George would weaponize that against me, but I wasn't one to roll with the punches."That amount wouldn't even cover a nanny's salary," I retorted. "After all I've labored for your family, I deserve some compensation."I hung up without waiting for his response.Surprisingly, it wasn't George who confronted me next, but Ross. He approached with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "Look at you, living it up lately."I had no patience for his sarcasm. Thinking of how he'd taken my car, I asked sharply, "When are you returning my car?"His face darkened. "Come on, don't be so petty. We share everything as family."His audacity made me laugh. "Not anymore. I'm divorcing George."He glanced nervously at the car behind him, but I had no more time for his nonsense. I simply dialed 911. "Hello? Someone has stolen my car."That jolted Ross into panic. He was a typical redneck—brash and shady at times, but a bully who folded under real pressure.When I involved the police

The scandal's fallout hit Brianna hard that day. Even grocery shopping drew judgmental whispers.Her pride was inflamed, and she unleashed on George without mercy. "You're no kid anymore. Divorced or not, you can't wallow like this. Sort your mess and find a new wife. That's the adult thing."Her words dripped with eviction intent: she wanted him out of their lives. Ross anxiously tugged at her sleeve, trying to defuse the tension, but she wasn't having it.Her anger flared up, and she slapped his hand away. "Am I wrong? You know the looks I got today? Would you tolerate a brother like that? I certainly don't."Ross was also struggling with the gossip. The shame brought by the scandal had seriously bruised his ego.He murmured feebly, "Tone it down."George stayed silent, but deep hatred simmered inside. He surveyed the room—this house, from down payment to mortgage, had been funded almost entirely by him. He'd even supported the couple during Ross's two-year unemployment.But w