In Bed with My Hot Brother-In-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Zoya[Stop waiting for him. Your "perfect" husband is busy warming someone else’s bed.]Our fourth anniversary was supposed to be a dream. Instead, it became the night our picture-perfect marriage began to shatter.To the public, I am Zoya, a high-flying architect with a stellar reputation. I’m a fixture on talk shows, often hailed as an inspirational powerhouse.But beyond my career, the world considers my greatest achievement to be our marriage.Alex is the quintessential dream husband. The kind who isn’t afraid to flaunt his love in the most extra ways possible.From surprise deliveries of hundreds of red roses to my office, to the adoring gaze he locks onto me at every charity gala, he’s the envy of every woman I know. I’ve worn that label with pride."You’re the luckiest woman in the world, Zoya. Alex loves you like there’s no tomorrow," the host of a private talk show told me just a month ago.I’d offered a modest smile back then. I really was that lucky.But tonight, my smile f

ZoyaMy body went hot and cold. The thoughts racing through my head were the same ones clearly echoing through the room.I knew that style of dress well. It was a seasonal set from a high-end boutique.As it happened, I owned the exact same dress. The one bought as a matching pair to the outfit Alex was wearing right now.Could Alex have bought two of the same sets and ...? My thoughts began to spiral into madness.The tension in the VIP room, thick enough to cut with a knife. Suddenly evaporated as Alex flashed that winning smile of his.With the effortless composure of a man who owned the room, he shut down the provocative questioning without missing a beat."We didn't come together," he said, his voice light and casual, shattering the wild speculations in an instant."We just happened to arrive at the lobby at the same time, so I suppose it looked like we were a pair."Without even glancing at my cousins' prying eyes, Alex walked over to me.He produced a fresh, long-stemmed red ro

That instant, my defenses crumbled. Simultaneously, Shane pressed the remote, and the repulsive scene on the other side of the glass vanished.Tears of agonizing regret and pure heartbreak cascaded down my cheeks. With the last remnants of strength fueled by pure, unadulterated ego, I snatched my phone back from Shane’s grasp.He flinched, staring at me with deep furrows in his brow and eyes full of frantic concern."Zoya, are you okay? You’re ghost-white. We can get out of here right now if you can’t handle this," he whispered, reaching for my shoulders, which were heaving with uneven, jagged breaths.I wiped the tears away in one sharp motion and locked eyes with him. "I am not a weak woman, Shane."My voice sounded cold, rasping, and utterly void of warmth. "Even though I’m shattered, I refuse to become a loser."I reactivated my phone’s camera and thrust it into his chest. "Press the remote. Now."Shane hesitated, his hand hovering in the air. "Zoya, watching this won't—""Press i