บททั้งหมดของ 6 Months As My Brother-in-law's Mistress : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter One Addie’s POV“Your husband is cheating on you with my wife.”The words landed on the tablecloth between our water glasses, flat and unbothered.I sat back against the leather booth, letting out a dry, cracked laugh that sounded ridiculous even to my own ears.“Is this a joke, Sebastian?”I searched his face for a twitch at the corner of his mouth. A smirk, an eye roll, some subtle hint that he was just messing with me.Nothing.He sat there in his charcoal suit, broad shoulders square against the booth, swirling a lowball glass of neat bourbon. Sebastian Greene didn’t tell jokes. He was the kind of man whose name made boardrooms go silent before he even stepped out of the elevator. Right now, he was watching me with a kind of certainty that made my throat dry up.“My wife is your sister, Addie,” Sebastian said smoothly. “I don’t make jokes about family betrayal.”“Then you’ve completely lost your mind,” I snapped, sitting up and planting both palms flat on the table. “Pre

Chapter ThreeAddie’s POVIgnorance truly was bliss.Because the most painful thing about the truth is that once you see or know it, once you feel it carving into your bones, you can never unknow it.My head knew for a fact that Preston was a liar. It knew that the man I had built my entire twenties around was sleeping with my younger sister.Yet my heart was a pathetic, stubborn organ that refused to follow the rules. It still clung to the years of routine, desperate to prove that the world hadn't actually ended.That was why I had packed his favorite smoked salmon wrap at noon, determined to deliver lunch to his law office just like I had done every single week since we started dating in college.I never made it to his firm.A delivery truck running a red light had T-boned my sedan at the intersection of 4th and Main, sending metal crunching into my driver-side door.Now, I was lying on a gurney in the emergency ward, the harsh fluorescent lights blurring above me while medical moni

Chapter FiveAddie’s POVI turned around slowly, my heart seizing in my chest.Standing behind Sebastian’s chair in casual denim and a jacket was Felix—Preston’s younger brother.A sudden panic flared up in my throat, making my palms sweat against the paper cup.Why was he even at Saint Mary’s?I forced myself to take a breath, trying to calm the racing beat of my pulse. Sebastian was my sister's husband. We were in-laws. It shouldn't be strange for two family members to sit in a public hospital cafeteria sharing a table, right?Why was I sitting here terrified like I had already committed a crime?"Hi, Felix," I forced out, my voice cracking slightly before I cleared my throat to steady it."Hey, Addie," Felix said, walking over with a broad, genuine grin on his face. He nodded respectfully toward Sebastian. "Mr. Greene. Didn't expect to see you down here."Sebastian merely gave a polite, detached nod, leaning back in his chair without offering a single word of explanation.Felix tur

Chapter SevenAddie’s POVThe car came to a slow halt along the curb outside my building.Before I could even reach for the latch, Paul was already standing on the pavement, pulling the door open with the practiced motion that seemed second nature to anyone working for Sebastian. He extended an arm, offering just enough support to keep my balance steady as my boots hit the sidewalk, then handed me the small pharmacy bag."Take it easy on the stairs, Mrs. Stuart," he said in a low voice. "I'll be parked right down the block if you need anything.""Thank you, Paul," I answered, keeping my voice barely above a whisper.I gathered the coat tighter around my shoulders. The wool hung nearly to my knees, keeping the gray hospital sweater and the blood stain on my hip hidden from sight. It was almost annoying that with the coat, it still felt like Sebastian was still beside me, saying it'd be okay. Tch. The darn coat. It didn't belong in my life, and it certainly didn't belong in the home I

Chapter NineSebastian’s POVPower was never about shouting across a room or throwing money at people until they stopped talking. Real power was knowing every card in the other man’s hand while letting him believe he was running the table.I sat behind the wide desk in my office, fifty floors above the street. Resting on the blotter were the reports Luke had delivered within the hour. Printouts. Timestamps. The logs Paul had kept from his position down the street from Addie’s building.Preston had arrived at seven-fifteen the previous evening carrying takeout from Giovanni’s. He had left early this morning with that bouncy, untroubled stride of a man who thought his cover story was secure. Then there were the security photos Luke had intercepted from Saint Mary’s maternal wing. Shots of Preston leaning against the wall outside the ultrasound room, his arms around Darcia, smiling into her neck while she clutched a sonogram printout.I stared at his grinning face in the picture for a l