Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Five months later.Everything has died down, the court sentenced Grace and Noona to ten years imprisonment. The Thompson family left Italy, Victor, Richard, Sophie, and Evelyn. One truth ruined everything but it was not too late starting over.Emily couldn't stay with Kendra due to work, but they do talk on video calls. She always advise Kendra to do the right thing, she should do something she won't regret in the future.The revelation happened so fast, fortunately it didn’t get out to the world, it was kept between the two families. Meanwhile Knox tried his fucking best to get to talk to Kendra but she refused to talk to him.Until today, she decided to finally talk to him, let them give each other the closure they deserve.She never thought one truth could destroy everything but it happened and it's so heartbreaking. Kendra sat alone in the guest bedroom, her eyes fixed on the photograph resting on the bedside table. It was a picture of her and Knox. He had his arms around h

It hurts to even say they should end things. Knox let out a short, humorless breath. “No, I know why you think it has to end. There’s a…” he let out a small breath. “Fuck…there is a difference.” Kendra’s throat tightened. She expected anger. She has prepared herself for begging. She did not prepare herself for the way he was looking at her, like the truth had hurt him and he had already decided the pain was acceptable. “I still want you,” he said firmly. “I still wake up hard because I dreamed about you. I still reach for my phone at three in the morning to tell you something that doesn’t matter. My feelings didn't fade because of a blood test.” “It should have.” Kendra answered. “It didn’t.” He reached for her hand. She let him take it for one second, two, then pulled free. The loss of contact made her chest ache. “I love you,” she admitted . “I still do. That’s the problem. If I didn’t, this would be easy. I could walk away and not look back. But I do, and that doesn’t cha

Knox kissed her back just as rough, backing her into the wall. Her hands fisted in his shirt. His thigh pushed between her legs and she ground down on it without thinking. “Still want me to leave?” he said against her mouth.“Mmmhh.” She bit his lip. “Just…shut up and fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around, pressed her chest to the wall, and yanked her dress up. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. His hand slid between her legs and found her soaked. He groaned. “Fuck, Kendra.” Two fingers pushed inside her wet ready to be fucked pussy. She moaned, loudly, forehead against the wall. “You’re dripping.” “Don’t talk. Just…please.” He pulled his fingers out, freed his cock, and pushed into her from behind in one long thrust. She cried out. He was thick, stretching her, and she was so wet he slid all the way in. He stayed there for a second, buried deep, both of them breathing hard. “God,” she whispered, her lips parted. “Knox…” He started moving. H

Emily stepped through the heavy front door of Sean’s mansion and paused just inside, the quiet wrapping around her like a held breath. The place always felt too big when he wasn’t already talking, teasing her and especially when it's been so long they talked. She walked slowly into the living room, shoes silent on the marble, and sat on one of the sofas. Her hands stayed in her lap. She didn’t want to come. Or rather, she had wanted to and that was the problem. She turned him down, because of one stupid guy who didn't even deserve her. Seeing him after hurting his feelings was so embarrassing. Sean appeared a few minutes later still in his suit, jacket open, tie loosened but not gone. He stopped when he saw her, and Emily’s eyes moved over him before she could stop them—shoulders, the line of his throat above the collar, the way the fabric pulled across his chest when he shifted. “You can just admit it,” he said, voice low and amused. “You’ve never seen anyone as handsome

[(Kendra's Apartment)—Next Morning] Kendra opened her eyes slowly. The room was quiet, her hand moved across the sheet beside her, palm flat, searching for heat or the weight of a body that wasn’t there. Nothing. The other side of the bed was cool, the pillow barely dented. She smiled anyway, and sat up. The blanket slipped, and she caught it, wrapping it around herself as she stood. Her legs were unsteady for a moment; Knox didn’t let her go until she pretended to be asleep. In the bathroom she let the water run hot. Steam fogged the mirror before she stepped under the spray. She washed slowly, fingers pausing over the tender spot on the side of her neck. The hickey was darker this morning, a clear bloom of red-purple against her skin. When she stepped out and dried off her body with a towel. The necklace Knox had given her was already waiting on the counter. She fastened it carefully, the pendant settling just above the mark. For a moment she studied her reflection: sh