All Chapters of Married by Mistake to My Ex-Husband’s Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The morning light filtered through the curtains in soft waves casting a warm glow across the bedroom floor. I woke slowly with Ethan's arm draped comfortably around my waist. His breathing remained steady and deep telling me he was still asleep. For a few minutes I simply lay there listening to the quiet sounds of the estate coming to life outside. Birds called from the garden and distant footsteps echoed from the staff beginning their day. These ordinary moments had become my favorite part of waking up. They grounded me after all the chaos we had navigated.I shifted carefully trying not to disturb him but his arm tightened slightly in response. Even in sleep he held me close. It brought a small smile to my face. Part of me still wondered sometimes how we had reached this place of peace. The confrontation with Daniel felt like something from another lifetime now. The pain had faded leaving behind lessons that made our connection stronger. I second guessed myself occasionally about wh

The garden bench felt warm beneath me from the afternoon sun as I sat watching the flowers sway gently in the breeze. Ethan stood a short distance away speaking with one of the groundskeepers about adjustments to the new pathways. His posture remained straight and commanding even in this casual setting. Yet when he glanced back toward me there was a softness in his eyes that still caught me off guard sometimes. I smiled at him and he returned it with a subtle nod before finishing his conversation. These small exchanges had become the rhythm of our days. Comfortable. Steady. Yet every so often a quiet uncertainty would flicker through my thoughts. Could happiness this complete truly last after all we had endured?He joined me on the bench moments later stretching his legs out and resting his hand on my knee. The touch was light but possessive in that way he had. "The planner sent over more details for the ceremony this morning. She wants to confirm the guest list by the end of the week

The morning sun arrived not with a sudden burst, but as a gradual, golden creeping across the hardwood floor, filtering through the sheer lace curtains like spilled honey. It was the kind of light that made everything it touched seem entirely still, almost sacred. I stood perfectly motionless before the full length mahogany mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. The ivory silk of the wedding dress flowed softly around my silhouette, pooling at my feet in gentle waves that resembled sea foam. For months, this dress had been nothing more than a concept, a collection of sketches and fabric swatches, but now, draped over my skin, it felt like an armor of pure grace.When I lifted my hands to inspect the delicate lace along the neckline, I noticed they were trembling. It wasn’t a tremor of fear or reluctance, but rather the sheer kinetic energy of anticipation. This specific morning was the destination of a long, winding, and often painful road. It was the absolute culmination of

The countryside house had become our true sanctuary over the years. I stood at the wide window overlooking the rolling hills watching the late afternoon light stretch long shadows across the grass. Our daughter Lila chased after a butterfly her small legs carrying her with determined joy. At four years old she possessed an energy that filled every room she entered. Ethan walked beside her keeping pace without crowding her independence. His presence remained steady and protective even in these simple moments. I smiled to myself feeling that familiar swell of gratitude mixed with the quiet wonder that still caught me off guard. How had we built something so beautiful after the storms that once threatened to pull us apart?I stepped outside joining them on the path. Lila spotted me first and ran over wrapping her arms around my legs. "Mama look! It had blue wings." Her excitement bubbled over as she pointed toward where the butterfly had disappeared into the flowers.Ethan came up behind

The garden at the main estate had transformed once more with the changing seasons. Autumn leaves painted the paths in shades of gold and crimson as I walked slowly beside Ethan. The air carried a crisp edge that reminded me of how time moved forward whether we noticed each day or not. Lila and Elias ran ahead collecting fallen leaves for some project they had in mind their voices blending with the rustle underfoot. At moments like this the years felt both long and impossibly short. I still caught myself pausing sometimes wondering how the girl caught between two brothers had become this woman with a family that filled her heart so completely.Ethan matched my pace his hand resting lightly at the small of my back. His touch remained a constant anchor even after all the seasons we had shared. "The children grow bolder every visit here," he observed his voice low and thoughtful. "Lila already talks about changing parts of the garden layout when she is older. She has your vision for thing