All Chapters of My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

OLIVIAThe kitchen was warm and smelled like garlic and rosemary, the familiar scents wrapping around me like a blanket. I stood at the stove, stirring the sauce and watching it bubble and thicken. Grace was in her high chair behind me, babbling happily as she smeared pureed carrots across the tray.Cooking had always been my way of calming down, and finding order in chaos. There was something soothing about the rhythm of it, the chopping and stirring and tasting, the way each ingredient came together to create something perfect. Tonight, I needed that more than ever.Ethan had been gone for two hours. He'd texted when he arrived at Richard's house, but I hadn't heard from him since. I tried not to worry, and I tried to trust that he knew what he was doing, but the fear was always there, lurking beneath the surface.I stirred the sauce and thought about the meeting with Nigel. The way he'd looked at me when he talked about staying in the background, and the careful way he'd chosen his

OLIVIAThe house was quiet when I finally climbed into bed, with a deep silence that only came when Grace was sleeping and the city had settled into its nightly hum. I’d left a plate of food in the microwave for Ethan, covered in plastic wrap with a note on the counter telling him I loved him and to wake me when he got home.But now, lying in the dark, I wasn’t sure I could sleep. My mind was still spinning from the conversation with my mother, from the meeting with Nigel, the slashed tires and the broken picture, and the lingering fear that Marcus was still out there, watching and waiting.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, checking for messages. Nothing from Ethan. Just a text from Rachel asking how the interview went, and another from Emily with a photo of a cat she’d seen at the shelter. I smiled at the cat, typed a quick reply to Rachel, and set the phone back down.The minutes stretched on. I stared at the ceiling, counting the shadows and listening for the distant sound

ETHANThe police station had never felt smaller than it did in that moment.I burst through the doors like a man possessed, my footsteps echoing off the floor and my eyes scanning the bullpen for Olivia. I'd driven through three red lights to get here, left my car half-parked in a fire lane, and I’d run through the lobby like the building was on fire. And now I was here, breathing hard with my heart pounding so loudly that I could barely hear my own thoughts.She was sitting in a plastic chair near the back, a paper cup of coffee in her hands that she hadn't touched. Her face was pale and her eyes were red, and when she looked up and saw me, she started to cry. I crossed the room in four long strides and pulled her into my arms, holding her so tightly that I could feel her trembling against me."I'm okay," she whispered. "I'm okay, Ethan. I'm fine."But she wasn't fine. I could feel it in the way her body shook, in the way her fingers dug into my back like she was afraid to let go. Th

OLIVIAI woke to an empty bed and the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air.The sheets beside me were cold, the pillow still bearing the indentation of Ethan's head. He'd left early, before the sun had fully risen, and I hadn't heard him go. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle around me. The guest room door was still closed from the night before, and I felt a small pang in my chest. We hadn't spoken since he'd walked away. I'd wanted to go after him, to tell him I understood why he was angry, to promise him that everything would be alright. But I'd been too tired, too drained, and so I'd let him go.Now I was alone, and the silence felt heavier than it should have.I pushed myself up and swung my legs out of bed. The hardwood was cold against my feet as I padded to the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee sat on the counter. Ethan had left a note beside it, his handwriting quick and sharp.Had to go early. Security will be here this morning

ETHANThe phone pressed against my ear, the shareholder's voice droning on about quarterly projections and market stability. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, my free hand rubbing the bridge of my nose."Mr. Reynard, are you still there?""I'm here, Charles. Go on."Charles cleared his throat. "I'm just concerned about the optics. If Marcus's retrial makes headlines again, it could affect investor confidence. You understand the position I'm in.""I understand perfectly," I said, keeping my voice level. "Marcus's retrial has nothing to do with the company. He's been separated from Reynard Tech for over a year. The board has made that clear in every public statement.""But the press doesn't always make that distinction.""Which is why I'm making it now. We're a stable company with strong leadership. Marcus is a former executive who's facing legal consequences for his personal actions. There's no connection. There never has been."Charles was quiet for a moment. "And J