Alle Kapitel von My Husband’s Brother, My Filthy Trainer: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

MIA Ryan came into the guest room without knocking. I was already in bed, lamp off, phone face down. The door opened and the hallway light cut across the floor. He stood there in a T-shirt, watching me like he had been waiting for the right moment to check if I would fail. “You’re awake,” he said. “I was trying to sleep.” “Then you can do it in our room.” He didn’t raise his voice. That made it worse. “If nothing is going on, you shouldn’t pull away every time I come near you.” I sat up slowly. “Ryan, I’m tired.” “You’re always tired when it’s me.” He stepped inside and closed the door. “Yesterday you told me Jake is only a trainer. Prove it.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not how proof works.” “Yes it is.” He walked to the bed. “A wife who has nothing to hide doesn’t sleep in the other room. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t look sick when her husband touches her.” I swallowed. “You’re testing me.” “Yes.” He said it without shame. “You made me look like a fool asking about my

MIAJake arrived on time, smiling like he had nothing to hide.My mother-in-law took his jacket. Ryan clapped him on the shoulder. I stood by the dining table with plates in my hands and tried to look like a wife who had only been at the gym.“You’re early,” Ryan said.Jake shrugged. “Traffic was kind. Smells good in here.”“Sit,” my mother-in-law told him. “Mia, bring the rice.”I set the bowl down. Jake took the chair across from me, not beside me. Ryan pulled my chair out and, after I sat, kept his hand on the back of it. His fingers rested there the whole time people were still standing. A claim. Small. Loud.Jake noticed. I saw it in the quick flick of his eyes. Then he smiled at my mother-in-law and asked about the soup.“You’ve been working her hard,” Ryan said once we started eating. “She comes home wrecked.”Jake tore a piece of bread. “That’s the point.”“She’s quieter too,” Ryan added. “Used to talk more. Now she just showers and disappears.”I kept my eyes on my plate. “I’

MIAThe hotel restaurant was too bright.Glass walls, white tablecloths, waiters moving between suits like they had been trained not to hear anything. Ryan kept his hand on the back of my chair from the moment we sat down. Not gentle. Claiming.“Smile,” he murmured. “People are looking.”I smiled.Lena arrived late in a red dress that looked painted on. A few of Ryan’s coworkers turned. He did too, just long enough for me to notice, then he squeezed my shoulder like I was the one on display.“This is my wife,” he told the man across from us. “She’s been working with my brother at the gym. You can already see the difference.”The man nodded politely. “She looks well.”“She looks better,” Ryan corrected. “Discipline. That’s all it takes.”Lena sat two seats down. When she leaned forward to take a glass of wine, her perfume reached me first. She glanced at my plate, then at my waist, then at Ryan.“Ryan talks about your training all the time,” she said. “He says you’re finally serious.”

MIAThe cafe was already busy when we sat down.Ryan chose the table on purpose. Window seat. People passing. A waiter close enough to hear if anyone raised their voice. He wanted a conversation I couldn’t escape and he couldn’t explode in.He waited until the coffee arrived.“Say it again,” he said.I kept my hands around the cup. “Nothing happened with Jake.”“That’s the fourth time this morning.” He watched my fingers. “You talk faster every time.”“Because you keep asking the same question.”“I keep asking because last night you moaned my brother’s name in our bed.”The word moaned sat between us like a glass about to tip. A couple at the next table laughed at something on a phone. Normal life. I wanted to disappear into it.“I told you why,” I said. “He’s been in my head. He yells corrections all morning. ‘Jake, wait.’ ‘Jake, slower.’ It slipped.”Ryan’s mouth tightened. “You didn’t say ‘wait.’ You said his name like you were used to saying it that way.”“You’re imagining the ton

MIARyan said I was coming with him.Not as a date. As supervision.“If you’re not going to the gym, you’re not sitting at home on your phone,” he said in the lobby elevator. “You’re coming to the office.”I kept my bag on my shoulder. “I can stay in the car.”“No.” He straightened his cuff. “I want you where I can see you.”The building smelled like cold air and coffee. The lobby floor was too shiny. People in office clothes moved past us with badges and small talk. I felt overdressed and exposed at the same time, like everyone could see the week I was trying to hide.Ryan put his hand on my lower back. It wasn’t affection. It was a claim.“Smile,” he muttered. “You look guilty.”“I’m tired.”“Then look tired in a normal way.”We stopped near the reception desk. That was when I saw him.Jake came through the glass doors with a folder in one hand, sunglasses still on. He looked like he belonged anywhere he stood. When he took the glasses off, his eyes went to Ryan first, then to me, t