All Chapters of Craving the Wrong Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Do you even know the things she wrote?” Scott fired back instantly while I was wishing for the ground to swallow me.It was one thing for Scott to find out, it was another thing for Desmond to.“Doesn’t matter to me.” He pushed himself off the wall where he was resting, and walked further in.“Whatever she wrote sounds like her personal business," he relieved me of the bag I held, “you should not be snooping through it.”“She’s my wife, I…”“What’s going on here?” Evelyn walked in, her eyes narrowed suspiciously and trained on me as though I was robbing her.“Why are you all here? Is everything okay?” She placed her hand gently on Scott’s chest. It was to look as though it was a simple touch from being concerned, but I knew better. She was marking her territory before me, but unlike before, it didn’t ache as much.“Everything would have been okay if you didn’t snoop through my things.”“What are you talking about?”I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Why did you go through my lap

Scott's POVMy eyes were glued to my phone, waiting for when it would light up and Isabel’s name would appear on my screen.“You’ve been staring at your phone all morning. What’s going on?” I looked up and Evelyn was staring at me with a soft smile. She looked just like Isabel, and although they were twins, I could swear today was the first ever time I’d seen the resemblance between them.“I’m waiting for a text or a call.”She made herself comfortable beside me and her hands began to wander all over my body.“From who?”“Isabel.”Her hands that were roaming freely just a while ago froze and her lips fell into a thin line.“Who now?”“Isabel. She’s meant to call me or text me. I’m not signing those divorce papers.”“You must be joking.”She jumped to her feet, her face contorted in anger. “What do you mean you are not signing the papers? You want to remain married to her? You don’t even love her, and have you forgotten those writings?”My nails dug into my palm at that reminder and I

For hours, all I did was walk around the house, eyes rooted on my phone and laptop, waiting for the moment Desmond would get back to me about what I sent.When the time for lunch break rolled around and passed, yet I did not get a response, I assumed the message went to his spam, or maybe he did not read it.But my blood pressure seemed to skyrocket when he walked into the house during dinner, and instead of going up to wash up like he had been doing since I moved in here, he stopped by the dining room.“Good evening, Isabel.” I immediately choked on the food I was eating. I coughed hysterically with my eyes wide and pinned on him. On the other hand, he just casually handed me a glass of water, which I gratefully received.“You good?”Nodding, I set the cup back on the table and forced myself to smile. “Thank you.” I cleared my throat and subtly pushed my plate away. “You are back so early.”His eyes went to the wall clock. “It’s 9 PM, I doubt anyone would call that early.”“Oh.. ri

The first thought on my mind as soon as I woke up was Desmond and the things he said to me last night. I sat in front of my laptop and stared at my long list of written books, this time around, I found myself wondering, actually wondering why I hadn’t published them.The answer wasn’t so far-fetched. Publishing them, even anonymously, meant admitting to the world that I indeed had those desires. It would make it real.Undeniably real that I wanted a man who wasn't my husband. I could defend myself, and hide under the guise that the desire sprouted because my husband discarded me because of another woman, but it doesn't absolve me of my sin.Clicking on the author’s page I created yesterday, but after a while of playing around with the idea of publishing, I shook my head and walked away.I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a writer, and what gave Desmond the moral high horse to talk to me like that?If I get a job in Germany, I would leave. It doesn't matter what he said. I needed to

“Hot already?” He asked as soon as he walked in and my cheeks flushed red. I should have known this would be an extremely obvious move.“Just preparing myself for the wine. Alcohol in the system does a lot. You brought two glasses?” He set the wine and glasses down, “yes, I might be tempted to indulge in your alcoholism down the line.”I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged on the corners of my lips. That meant he was going to stay a while He opened the wine, and poured it into one glass. Then he opened the cake box.“Do you want to have a cake cutting ceremony?”“I'll have a toast instead.”He cut a chunk of cake into a plate, then a sliver of it into another plate. Then he made his way over to the bed, this time, he didn't just sit on the edge. He scooted in a bit. “You won't drink wine, and you won't eat a proper amount of cake. Are you trying to say something to me?”He chuckled. “I'm just a participant here, all the fun belongs to you.”“And here I was thinking we were both pa