《Married by Mistake to My Ex-Husband’s Brother》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The moment his words settled into the air, something around me changed.You are my wife now.The sentence would not leave. It pressed against the inside of my skull, wrapped around my thoughts with a persistence that felt almost physical, like something with weight and intention had lodged itself behind my eyes and refused to move.No.I took a step back, shaking my head before I had even made the conscious decision to do it."No," I said again, and this time I pushed more into the word. More resistance. More certainty. "That is not true."But even as I said it, the ring on my finger pulled my attention downward. I felt its weight in a way I had not felt it during the ceremony, when everything had been moving too fast for any single detail to fully register.It sat there, quiet and undeniable.A silent contradiction to everything I had just said.Ethan did not move.He simply watched me, with that same quality of stillness he had carried through the entire ceremony. Calm. Unshaken. Ce

The knock came again before I had even decided whether to open the door.Slower this time. Heavier. With the particular rhythm of someone who was not asking permission but simply announcing a presence that intended to be acknowledged.I already knew it was him.Ethan Sterling did not knock the way ordinary people knocked, with the slight uncertainty of someone who understood they might not be welcome. He knocked the way he did everything else, with the quiet certainty of a man who had never seriously entertained the possibility of being turned away.I exhaled once, slowly, the way you breathe before stepping into cold water, and walked to the door.When I opened it, he was exactly where I expected him to be. Still. Composed. Watching me with that steady, unreadable attention that I was beginning to understand was not a performance. It was simply how he moved through the world, as though everything around him was information worth collecting.His gaze dropped immediately to my hand.Em

I did not sleep again that night.This was becoming a pattern, and I was aware enough to recognize that the house itself was partly responsible. Not because it was uncomfortable. The bed was the kind of expensive that you felt in your spine, the sheets the kind of soft that made you understand why people with money slept differently than everyone else. But comfort and rest were not the same thing, and my mind had decided, apparently without consulting me, that it was not done processing.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling and thought about my father.Not about Ethan. Not about Daniel or contracts or the particular quality of Ethan's voice when he said I chose you like it was something he had decided with the same deliberateness he brought to everything else. I would get to all of that. But first, there was my father.Because that was the part I kept returning to, the part that sat differently from everything else.Ethan had manipulated the situation. That was true and I was no

The moment I stepped through the front door, I felt it.Air. Real, unmanaged air, moving against my face without permission from anyone. Sunlight that had not been arranged to fall at a particular angle. The small sounds of the city at a distance, indifferent and ordinary and belonging to no one.I stopped at the top of the steps and just breathed for a moment.This is mine. This specific second, this particular quality of light, this breath. Not his. Not part of any plan or structure or arrangement. Just mine.Then I walked forward, and I did not look back, because looking back was something I could not afford in a house where every hesitation was observed and filed and used to build a more accurate picture of exactly where I could be pressured.The car was already waiting at the bottom of the steps.Of course it was.Black and polished and silent, parked with the precision of something placed rather than arrived. A driver standing beside the rear door with the particular stillness o

The front door slammed with the kind of force that was not accidental.It moved through the house like a physical thing, that sound, bouncing off the polished surfaces and the precise angles and all the carefully maintained stillness of a space that was not used to being interrupted. Too loud for the building. Too forceful for the hour. The kind of entrance that announced itself before the person making it came into view.I froze on the staircase, my hand tightening against the railing without my deciding to do it.Of course he came.I had known, somewhere in the part of me that had been paying very close attention to the shape of this situation, that Daniel was not finished. Ethan had just told me as much, and I had barely had time to absorb it before the proof arrived through the front door with all the subtlety of a weather event.I turned slowly on the step, looking back down into the entrance hall.Ethan had not moved.He stood exactly where I had left him, composed and still, wi