Semua Bab Marrying The Wrong Brother: Bab 91 - Bab 100

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I had told myself I would continuously resist the urge to get closer to Sloane than I should have but here I was trying to put my lips on hers yet again.It didn't help that I watched her bond so well with Chloe.And I meant what I said about wanting her to stay not just because of Chloe but also for me.I wanted to show Sloane how much I cared. How much I always did but I didn't know exactly how to. I felt stuck. And with everything else coming in between, it didn't seem like there was any space for romance to be added to the mix. Then my mind drifted to how she said I was going to be a good father to Chloe. That statement warmed up my insides in ways I could not fully express. I wasn't trying to replace Ethan in Chloe's life. She would always know who her real father was. I could never fill in such shoes. But I had vowed to make Ethan never regret his decision wherever he is. And I really hoped I could keep that promise.~I couldn't face

Her smile faded slightly. For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then her eyes dropped to my outstretched hand. Slowly, she placed hers in mine. I closed my fingers around it and pulled her closer. One hand settled gently around her waist while the other remained intertwined with hers. The first few notes of the song drifted through the ballroom. "I haven't danced in so long." She said with a chuckle. "I know. But trust me, I got you." I said softly. That statement was more than about dancing. I guided her into the first step. She followed easily, her body moving effortlessly against mine. For a while, neither of us spoke. We simply swayed to the music. Her fingers rested lightly against my shoulder while my hand remained on her waist. I could feel the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her dress. I tried not to think about it. But I failed woefully. She looked up at me. "Why are you so quiet?" "I'm trying to remember how to breathe." I said honestly. She l

I couldn't sleep so I waited for him in the living room, busying myself by responding to emails. I glanced at the digital company clock every now and then. It was past one in the morning and Zane was nowhere to be found.I thought about calling him. But he had already assured me we would discuss when he got back so that was exactly what I was waiting for.Every time my phone buzzed with an email, I anticipated it was a text from him and got disappointed. I kept listening to know if his car was finally pulling into the driveway. When it did, I fought the urge to get on my feet.I sat still, waiting for him to walk in.Zane looked slightly disheveled when he came in. His suit jacket was hung on his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned almost halfway, tie probably in his pocket.He looked so different from the put together man I left the house with hours ago. "You're still up?" He asked in surprise, glancing at the clock."Yes. I couldn't sleep because I was waiting for you." I was direct. Se

I found Cole exactly where I expected him to be.He was sitting in the private lounge of a hotel, casually sipping a drink like he hadn't spent the last few weeks making my life a living hell.The moment he saw me, his smile disappeared."Zane."I walked toward him without saying a word.He slowly put his glass down. "What's wrong?"I stopped in front of him, trying to my best to keep my tone steady and devoid of all the raging emotions I carried in my chest.."You've been blackmailing me."His expression changed. "What?"I placed my iPad on the table.The access longs, the photographs of Sloane and I. And of course the messages.Everything was displayed for him to see in a beautiful montage I made myself. Cole stared at the screen for a long awkward moment. Then he looked up at me."I don't know what you're talking about."I laughed, long and hard. But it wasn't funny.I stopped abruptly and faced him, my tone as cold as ice. "Don't lie to me." Cole squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm no

As the court proceedings drew near, a heavy blanket of dread weighed over the household.Zane was somewhat positive about how the case was going to turn out. But he feared the possibility of external influence ruining it. Still, he went ahead of himself, decorating Chloe's room just the way she would like it. I watched him do it with so much hope. And I feared for him getting those hopes dashed by the judge. I didn't want to get my hands dirty. If not, I would have pulled some strings my father had left me.I tried to be supportive instead, doing everything to help show the credibility of our marriage.Thankful, all copies of our marriage contract were in our custody. So hopefully, there were no more blackmail incidents coming forth. In the midst of all this, Zane and I barely got to see each other. He was busy with prepping for Chloe's arrival, whilst I was busy with working because my company's goals had to be achieved regardless of any crisis in my personal life. The discrepa