All Chapters of The Many Shades Of My Brother-in-law : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It was already past six by the time I stepped out of the hospital. The nurses had bandaged my feet again; the swelling was down, and the pain was a little more manageable.They’d slipped a comfortable pair of flip-flops on me, and a driver was waiting outside. I got in and left.Missed calls from Mum lit up my phone, along with voice notes lecturing me to act like a proper wife and “have a son.” I half expected her to have trailed me here, to the hospital, but no.She avoided this place, just like everyone else avoided Elliot, my little brother, like he was some kind of plague.Same with Tad. My husband.He’d only shown his face twice at Elliot’s bedside, played the perfect brother-in-law for a minute, then vanished.I’d gotten a text from him earlier saying he was “out of town for business” and wouldn’t be back for the next three days.But what I didn’t expect was another notification from that same unknown number, the same one that had been texting me for days now. A single image.T

I had woken up still feeling warm from my conversation with Timothy last night, but the moment I grabbed my phone, every feeling flew out the window.It was a chat from the same unknown number. I tapped the chat open, and before the screen fully loaded, ten new messages slid in.A raw gasp tore from my throat and I felt the blood drain from my face as the images struck clearly.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered, scrolling on my phone with a shaky thumb just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks.But no. There it was. Again. And again.Tad. Shirtless, on a balcony. Arms wrapped around some woman. His mouth on hers. Her linen nightwear barely covers anything. None of the pictures showed her face.It had to be from his Italy trip, the same trip he’d come back from last week, smelling like a different cologne and lying straight to my face about “business meetings.”He was laughing in the shots, too. Actually laughing. When was the last time Tad smiled anywhere near me? Hell

I limped barefoot, pain screaming through my feet, crawling up my legs, fogging my senses, but I didn’t slow down. I just needed to get out. Now.I reached the roadside and waved frantically. A black taxi pulled over.The driver’s eyes dropped to my bare feet, then the white bandage wrapped tight around my ankle. He hesitated but i didn’t.I slid into the back seat.“Ashbourne Medical Facility,” I rushed out, already tapping my screen, redialing the nurse. No answer.Instead, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I ignored it. It rang again. And again.I hissed under my breath, ended the call, then blocked the number without a second thought. Whoever it was could wait. I wasn’t in the mood to explain anything to anyone.Thirty minutes later, the car rolled to a stop outside my father’s private medical facility.I paid, shoved the door open, and limped inside, refusing to look back.“Mrs. Davenhall,” voices followed me the moment I stepped in, heads turning, eyes immediately dropping to my

It had been six months since Alice opened her eyes and looked at me. Six months since her body went still inside that wrecked car.Six months of pretending I wasn’t slowly losing my fucking mind.I hadn’t slept properly since that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashing headlights, twisted metal, and blood.And Alice. Those pretty jade eyes.Those soft plump lips that always carried a fake smile.“Sir?”I looked up sharply to find Vincent staring at me cautiously.Then I noticed the entire boardroom had gone silent.Damn it. I zoned out again.It had become a terrible habit ever since Alice slipped into that coma.“Go on,” I muttered, motioning for the presenter to continue.Confusion spread across the man’s face.“He already finished presenting, sir,” Vincent explained carefully. “About three minutes ago.”A low sigh escaped me.I loosened my tie roughly, irritation crawling beneath my skin.“You’re all dismissed.”The directors exchanged glances before quickly gathering

Sleep never came.No matter how many times I shut my eyes or turned beneath the heavy sheets, my mind refused to rest.“Unless you want me to send you right back into that fucking coma you just woke up from.”Faye’s voice echoed repeatedly inside my head like a curse.I stared blankly at the ceiling of my bedroom, my chest rising unevenly. The digital clock beside my bed read 2:17AM.I groaned softly and sat up. Maybe water would help.The cold marble floor kissed my bare feet as I slowly stepped out of bed, wrapping my robe tighter around my body before leaving my room.The mansion was eerily quiet at this hour.The dim hallway lights cast faint shadows across the walls as I made my way downstairs toward the kitchen.But halfway down the corridor, my steps slowed.Tad’s study door was slightly open.I frowned instinctively.Tad is supposed to be out of town. So who is in his study?Tad was obsessive about privacy. His door was always shut completely, almost like he was hiding anothe