All Chapters of Dear Ex, I’m Now Your Stepbrother’s Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EvelynI woke up the next morning with puffy, dark under-eyes, the memory of last night sitting heavy in my chest. It wasn’t a blur. I remembered everything. Tessa finding me, pulling me out of Damon’s hands like she already knew I wouldn’t leave on my own.I reached for my phone. The screen lit up, and the wallpaper hit me instantly.Me and Sebastian in the Maldives smiling. I looked at him and he looked so excited.What went wrong??My mouth flattened slightly as I stared at it.It didn’t sit right anymore.I unlocked my phone and changed it without thinking twice. Then I opened my gallery and started deleting every picture of us, my fingers moving fast, not letting myself pause long enough to rethink it.“You didn't mean what you said last night right???” Tessa’s voice cut in.I stopped, then looked up at her, “No,” I said. “I was serious. Start working on it.”By the time I got back to the house, he was already at the door, like he had been waiting. His eyes were slightly red, his

EvelynDamon’s gaze stayed on me and even as I lifted my glass and took a slow sip, hoping it would distract me, it didn’t. If anything, it made me more aware of it.Sebastian noticed.“Why do you keep staring at my wife?” he snapped.Damon barely reacted, just leaned back slightly with a careless shrug. “Can’t I appreciate how beautiful she is?”Sebastian’s fingers tightened around his glass, his jaw setting hard.I almost laughed. So this is what bothers him.I raised my glass again, but it slipped slightly in my hand, pouring all over me.“Excuse me,” I muttered, already pushing my chair back.I stayed a little longer in the restroom than necessary, staring at my reflection, pressing my lips together before exhaling slowly.When I stepped out, I stopped.Damon was right there, leaning against the wall like he had been waiting.The moment he saw me, he straightened and walked toward me, I moved back instinctively, my eyes flicking to the sign beside the door.“Relax,” he said, voice

Evelyn Come into my arms?? What does that even mean?? Who the heck is this sender?? My fingers tightened slightly around my phone, my heartbeat uneven, my thoughts running in circles that made no sense. “It's a yes, right!” Sebastian’s voice cut through everything. I looked up slowly. He was smiling. Not just smiling—grinning like a man who had already decided the outcome, like my answer was just a formality. His eyes were bright, expectant, and for a second, I wondered if he could even see me at all. What could I possibly say at this point? When he was standing there, lying without hesitation, calling her his cousin like I was supposed to nod and accept it. “Is she really your cousin?” I asked, my voice calm, but it didn’t feel calm inside. His face shifted, just slightly. But I caught it. “What do you mean?” he replied quickly, his tone rising a notch as he straightened. “I said she’s my cousin. Don’t you believe me?” I held his gaze, my lips pressing together befor

Evelyn “Where is this?” I asked, my voice low but strained, my eyes widening as I stared at the massive mansion in front of me. “My house,” Damon said, completely unbothered, like this wasn’t strange at all, like bringing his brother’s wife here in the middle of the night was normal. I turned to him, my brows tightening. “Why am I here?” His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, and I felt it, the way his eyes moved over me, taking in the soaked dress clinging to my body, the fabric now almost transparent, water dripping from my hair down my neck and further, and for a second I hated the way my body reacted, stiffening under that attention. “Do you want to go home looking like this?” he asked. I opened my mouth but nothing came out because the truth was obvious and that annoyed me more than anything. He stepped out of the car and walked around, and I already knew what he was thinking, what he was about to do. “Do you need my help getting out?” he called, a hint of teasing

Evelyn Sebastian’s hand flew straight to his mouth, his breath hitching as blood smeared across his fingers. “How can you come into my place and harass me like this?!” he snapped, voice loud, shaky, reaching for his phone like it was the only thing holding his pride together. “You’ll pay for this—I’m calling the cops!” The sound of his voice grated against my nerves. I lunged forward, snatching the phone right out of his hand and throwing it across the floor. It hit hard, the crack echoing in the tense silence. His eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face as he stared at me like I had just betrayed him in the worst way possible. “What are you doing, Evelyn…?” His voice dropped, confused, almost offended. “Are you taking his side? Look at what he did—your husband—” I laughed. It wasn’t funny, not even close, but the sound came out anyway, dry and sharp, like something inside me had snapped beyond repair. “My husband?” I repeated, my lips curling as disgust filled every