《Divorced By My Ex, Claimed By His Brother 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

Ava’s POVI wanted tonight to be perfect. A soft smile curved my lips as I lit the last candle on the dining table. The rich scent of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes filled the air, blending with the deep perfume of the crimson roses I had chosen just for him. Tristan had been distant for weeks—always working late, always coming home drained, barely looking at me. Tonight was meant to remind him of us. Of the five years we had built together. Of the promises we once made.I smoothed my hands over the black lace dress that clung to my body, a quiet thrill fluttering in my chest. *He’s going to love this.*The clock read 8:47 p.m. He was late. Again.My stomach tightened, but I forced the worry down. *He’s just stuck at the office.* I picked up my phone and dialed. It rang once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail. I tried again. Same result. A cold unease slid up my spine, but I shook it off. Tristan was a busy man. I had always been understanding.Still… the late n

The first thing I noticed was the silence. and the quiet hum of the air conditioning. This isn't my bedroom.The second thing was the headache. A sharp, pulsing ache behind my eyes that screamed of too much alcohol and far too many regrets.I groaned and forced my heavy eyelids open. Morning light spilled through sheer curtains, soft and bright. Then reality slammed into me like a truck.This was not my bedroom.My breath caught. I sat up quickly, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. The room was sleek, modern, and clearly expensive—a penthouse suite. I turned my head. The other side of the bed was empty.For a moment I just sat there, heart hammering, trying to piece the night back together.The bar. The whiskey. The man with the dark eyes and quiet, dangerous confidence.Oh God. I had slept with a stranger.My stomach twisted. What the hell had I been thinking? I had been reeling from Tristan’s betrayal, desperate to feel anything other than the crushing pain. But this?

AvaI stared at him, my mind refusing to process everything all at once. Roman’s expression remained unreadable, as if he had just proposed a business deal rather than something that would alter the course of my entire life.I let out a shaky laugh, disbelief creeping into my voice. “You must be out of your mind.”Roman didn’t flinch. “On the contrary, Ava. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”I shook my head, stepping back, needing distance. “Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?”Roman exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. “I need an heir.”I blinked. “And?”His sharp gaze locked onto mine. “My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future. That means a wife a