Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Enemy’s Brother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

My marriage ends long before I open the bedroom door. I just don’t know it yet.The paper bags dig into my fingers as I push open the front door with my shoulder, careful not to drop the bottle of wine balanced between fresh basil and Ryan’s favorite ribeye steaks. A warm smile curves my lips despite the ache in my arms. Four years.Today marks four years since I became Eva Hart… and four years since I promised to love Ryan Knight for the rest of my life.I wanted tonight to be perfect.The dining table is already set in my mind. Candlelight. His favorite meal. The vintage wine we’d been saving. A quiet evening away from meetings, business calls, and endless deadlines.For once, it would just be us. Ryan?” I call as I kick the door shut behind me.Silence. I glance toward the living room. His jacket isn’t on the sofa.His laptop isn’t on the coffee table. Maybe he’s upstairs changing.I smile to myself. Good. That means my surprise is still safe.I slip off my heels and set my handbag

You should probably stop putting ‘Mrs. Ryan Knight’ on your résumé.The woman behind the reception desk didn’t even bother lowering her voice.She smiled as she said it, but there wasn’t an ounce of kindness behind it. It was the kind of smile people wear when they’re enjoying someone else’s bad day.I looked down at the résumé she’d pushed back across the counter.I didn’t. She frowned. What? I don’t use my husband’s name.”I reached for the folder and turned it around so she could see it. Eva Hart.The name I’d been born with. The only name that still belonged to me.Color crept into her cheeks, but instead of apologizing, she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.“Right. Silence stretched between us. Then she gave a little shrug.Doesn’t really matter. I stared at her. I’m sorry?She lowered her voice this time, though not enough to keep the security guard by the front door from hearing every word.Everyone knows who you are. A knot tightened in my stomach.She glanced towa

The moment Damian’s car pulled away from the curb, I regretted getting inside it.I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past while my fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag.I should have gone back to the motel.Instead, I was sitting beside a man whose name had been whispered across my husband’s family dinner table for years.A man I had never spoken to until today.You’re awfully quiet. I glanced at Damian.He was watching the road, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel.I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. Nothing.His answer surprised me. I looked back outside.For the first time since yesterday, nobody was asking me what happened. Nobody was telling me how sorry they were. Nobody was looking at me like I might break.Damian simply drove. And somehow, that was worse.Because silence left too much room for my thoughts.Ryan’s face came back to me. His voice.I want a divorce.Four years of marriage reduced to four words.I pressed my forehead aga

Ryan expected me to walk into that courtroom alone.He expected the woman who had spent four years smoothing over his bad moods, defending him to her family, and swallowing every hurt because she loved him.He was about to meet someone else.I stepped out of Damian’s car and adjusted the sleeve of my cream blazer. My hands were cold, but I refused to let them shake.Damian came around the car. For one second, I looked at him. He didn’t ask if I was ready.He simply held out his hand. I stared at it. Then I took it. His fingers closed around mine, firm and warm. The gesture shouldn’t have meant so much.It did. Inside the courthouse, Ryan was waiting with his lawyer. Sophia stood beside him.The moment Ryan looked up and saw me, his expression changed. Then he saw Damian.The color drained from his face. I almost smiled.Almost. Ryan’s eyes moved between us, lingering on Damian’s hand around mine.What the hell is he doing here? His voice carried across the corridor. Damian didn’t even