All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

******************Kendra drove inside the long driveway of the mansion just after seven-thirty in the evening. The outdoor lights were already on, casting a pale glow across the front steps. Her grandmother stood there waiting, arms folded tight across her chest, face set in the same hard lines Kendra had known her entire life.She stepped out of the car. The evening air bit at her skin.“Grandma, it’s cold outside…”“Don’t pretend to care!” Granny’s voice stopped her mid-sentence. “I knew the second Emily told you she was going out with Knox you’d come running home like a child who just heard the truth. Don’t stand there acting surprised.”Kendra froze. “What are you talking about?”“I’m talking about this morning.” Granny came down one step, then another, until they were nearly face to face. “I saw the way you looked at him. The way you leaned in. Covering his mouth with your palm like you had any right. Seducing him with those eyes the same way you’ve always done when you want

Kendra sighed and lowered herself into the seat. He took the chair opposite, settling his jacket on his lap quietly. For a moment neither of them said a word. The low murmur of the dining room filled the space between them.Langston studied her face under the soft amber light. “How are you?” he asked, genuinely. Kendra reached for the water glass the server had already placed. “I’m fine, just had a long day.” she replied simply. He nodded once, accepting the answer without pushing. “I’m Langston Hale. I realize we jumped straight into business this morning without the usual formalities. I’m from Chicago originally, and I lived in New York the last twelve years. And you?”She set the glass down. “Kendra Rossington but I'm known as Kendra Reens. Born in Milan. My family moved to Hart City when I was twelve. Most people assume I’m fully American until I say a word in Italian.”A small smile touched his mouth. “Explains the accent that comes through even when you look so tired. It’s

Kendra drove through the quiet streets with the windows cracked just enough to let the night air brush against her face. The city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white, but none of it registered. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles pale. Every few minutes she caught herself holding her breath, as if the act of breathing might somehow make the weight in her chest heavier. She stopped in front of the apartment she had bought months ago on a quiet impulse, a place that belonged only to her. She has never spent a night in it. Tonight the thought of its empty rooms felt like the only thing that might keep her from falling apart. She parked, killed the engine, and sat for a long moment with her forehead resting against the steering wheel. The silence inside the car was almost louder than the traffic outside. Finally she forced herself out, bag in hand, and walked to the entrance. The keypad glowed soft blue under her fingers. She p

The door to the ward opened, both parents turned at once. The doctor stepped out, removing his gloves, expression carefully neutral.“Doctor, how is he?” Mrs. Thompson asked, moving forward immediately.“He’s stable now,” the doctor said. “His blood pressure was dangerously high when he arrived. We’ve brought it down, but the spike wasn’t random. From what we can tell, he’s been under severe emotional stress…thinking too much, carrying too much. The body eventually pays the bill for the mind.”Mrs. Thompson pressed a hand to her mouth. “Thank God, please…can I see him?”The doctor shook his head gently. “Not yet, Mrs Thompson, at the moment he has made it clear he does not want to see anyone and I'll advise you to respect that. Let his mind settle and when he’s ready, he will ask for you. Mr. Richard needs to stop thinking for a while, else his blood pressure will rise again if he doesn’t.”Victor reached into his jacket pocket and held out a phone. “Doctor, this is his, please give

Beside him, Emily wore a gown of ivory silk that clung to her frame in clean, architectural lines before falling into a soft train. The fabric was the same shade as the pocket square in Knox’s tuxedo—deep charcoal with subtle silver threading that matched the delicate embroidery along the neckline of her dress. His cufflinks were small onyx squares; her earrings were matching onyx drops. They looked deliberate, coordinated, the picture of a couple who had planned every detail. Between them sat Liam, five years old, legs swinging slightly above the floor. He wore a miniature version of his father’s formal wear—tiny tuxedo jacket, crisp white shirt, bow tie slightly askew from restless fingers. A small tablet rested on his lap, the muted glow of a game reflecting in his serious young eyes. Emily leaned slightly toward Knox, voice low enough that only he could hear. “Why is Kendra not here yet?” Knox’s gaze moved across the assembled guests, searching the entrances, the side doo