Lahat ng Kabanata ng BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Kendra and Langston walked inside the grand hall, the soft glow of chandeliers casting warm light across the polished floors and the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Conversations hummed low until a few people who recognized Langston leaned toward one another, their whispers barely hidden behind raised hands and polite smiles.“That’s Mr. Langston, right?” one woman murmured to her companion, eyes widening as she tracked his familiar stride.“He’s supposed to be in Italy,” the other replied, surprise clear in her tone.Kendra offered small, graceful smiles to the guests who greeted her, her posture composed even as her pulse fluttered beneath the surface. She stayed closer to Langston’s side as they made their way toward a pair of empty seats near the edge of the gathering. Together they settled in, the space between them comfortable yet charged with the quiet awareness of being watched.Across the room, Knox’s jaw went slack. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. She looked ra

Knox the soft glow of distant lanterns painting the scene in muted gold. His phone slipped from his ear without him noticing, the call forgotten. He watched Kendra kiss Langston with a sweetness that lingered, the kind of kiss that spoke of quiet discovery rather than hurried passion. Her hands rested at the back of Langston’s neck; he framed her face with careful tenderness. The sight landed like a physical blow.Knox had prepared himself for many things that might break him. He had imagined her laughing too freely with someone else, leaning in close during conversation, even accepting a casual arm around her shoulders. He had steeled himself against the idea of her moving on in quiet, private ways. But this—watching her melt into another man’s kiss right in front of him—was something he had never allowed himself to picture. His heart felt as though it had been cracked open and left exposed to the night air. A dull, spreading ache settled behind his ribs, sharp enough that he a

After the last of the guests had filtered out and the music finally faded into silence, Knox left with his family. He drove them back to the family mansion in near-total quiet, the only sounds the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft exchange between his parents in the back seat. Once they were safely inside and the heavy front doors had closed behind them, he turned the car around and headed toward his own place on the other side of the city. The streets were emptier at that hour, the streetlights casting long, lonely streaks across the asphalt. He barely noticed the route; his hands moved on autopilot while his mind remained trapped in the garden—the soft press of Kendra’s lips against another man’s, the way she looked when she realized he was watching. He pulled into the driveway of his mansion and killed the engine. For a moment he sat there, forehead resting against the steering wheel, the weight of the night pressing down on him like something physical.

Emily stood frozen in the hallway, the air thick with the residual heat of their argument, her pulse hammering against her ribs as Cole’s words hung between them like a threat.“Emily, you will cut off that engagement. I love you and I’m ready to give up my rules for you!” he said, voice low and urgent, as if the declaration itself could rewrite the past.She stared at him, the man who had once been the center of every plan she made. The man whose promises had once felt like oxygen. Now those same words scraped against her skin.“Well, prove it,” she shot back, the defiance rising even as her throat tightened. “Maybe I’ll just think about it—but I love someone else now. I love the man I’m getting married to!”Cole chuckled, the sound sharp and dismissive. “You’re staging this. Acting like you don’t care.”“Really?” Emily’s eyes rolled, but the gesture was brittle. “I was acting like I don’t care? Huh? Acting?” She took a step closer, forcing him to meet her gaze. “You are not even wor

Kendra stood up so abruptly that the chair scraped loudly against the floor. She didn’t look at him, she didn’t trust herself to. With her jaw clenched and her shoulders rigid, she walked straight to her room and shut the door hard enough that the frame rattled.Knox dragged both hands through his hair, then kicked the side of the couch hard enough to make it shift an inch. The dull thud did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest. He dropped back onto the cushions, elbows on his knees, staring at the closed door as if it might open again if he glared long enough. He had already sworn to himself—sworn more than once—that he would not say a word to Kendra. Emily’s presence had forced his hand. Being in the same house, breathing the same air, watching Kendra move through rooms that still smelled faintly of her perfume… it was impossible to stay silent.Behind the door of her room, Kendra sat rigidly on the edge of the bed. Her phone was already in her hands. She typed quickly, thu