All Chapters of Falling in love with my husband's son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's POVFor the first time in months, I felt alive. Tonight was supposed to be a rare escape, a single evening where I was allowed to step outside the cage of my wifely duties. Arthur had business calls that couldn't be postponed—or so he said. After asking him three times to join me at the gala, mostly out of a desperate, pathetic need to feel like a real couple for once, he turned me down with his usual cold efficiency."Take the card, have fun with the girls. If you need anything, call me," he had said, his eyes never once leaving the screen of his phone. He tapped a quick kiss onto my cheek and walked out of the foyer, his mind already back on his stocks.So I did. I took the driver, held onto his black card, and went out ready to burn the night down, with or without my husband.When the gala wound down, the crowd shifted to an underground club in the city for the after-party. I walked in wearing the hyper-expensive gown Arthur had bought me for my last birthday—a purchase mad

"Get cleaned up. My sons will be here in minutes," he said, unlocking the shackles.One minute he's my husband, and the next minute he's off the radar. No one taught me life rarely follows our scripts or expectations.The dining room was awkwardly silent. No one said a word, but their eyes carried the weight of a war. Marcus was filled with collective rage. Every time his fork went to his mouth, it returned with a harsh, deliberate clatter against his plate, loud enough to draw every eye in the room to his side of the table.Arthur sat at the head, looking as unbothered as a king ruling from his own throne room. I sat to his right in my short nude gown, keeping my shoulders back, my chin level, and my eyes fixed strictly on my plate. I was trying so hard not to meet eyes with Stefan, even though he was sitting directly across from me.He had stripped off his tie, leaving the top buttons of his shirt undone. Every time I dared to look up, his eyes were already there. He didn't blink. H

I picked up my phone from the blotter. No missed calls. No texts. Not even an automated alert from Arthur. He hadn't called once to ask why his wife was still at work hours after the building had cleared out. I wanted to call him, but more than that, I wanted to convince myself he was going to call me."Still checking it?"Stefan settled into his chair, going through the folders smoothly. He had shed his jacket hours ago, his sleeves pushed past his elbows."Just checking the time. It's getting really late," I said, setting the phone face-down with a dull bang."My father loves collecting," Stefan murmured. "He’ll collect every beautiful piece of art, no matter how expensive. He just has to have it. After being away for years, I thought the old man might have changed."I raised an eyebrow. "What are you implying?"He scoffed, leaning back. "Just saying!""I didn't ask for your opinion" Without waiting for him to elaborate, I pushed ahead. "Since we are sharing opinions, I notice every

It was not just a dream. The pictures of that night got clearer, remembering how I had poured my soul out to a total stranger months ago. I had gone on and on about how my marriage was just a golden cage, a lifelong receipt of gratitude and how intimacy was nothing more than a chore to stroke his ego.Getting out of bed that morning had felt like pulling teeth. A heavy feeling of exhaustion weighed down my limbs—unusual for me, considering I was never one to miss a day of work. Part of me wanted to crawl back under the covers and sleep until sunset, but I forced myself into the kitchen. I poured my usual mix of coffee, no sugar.The moment it touched my tongue, my throat locked up. A sudden wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, forcing me to dump the entire mug down the sink. I gripped the marble counter, taking slow, deep breaths until my head stopped spinning. I wasn't sick—at least, I didn't think I was. I blamed it on the stress of finding out that my husband might be cheating

"Hey sister!" His voice was soothing, his smile broad as he opened his arms to yank me off my feet."Have you forgotten I am older than you?" My hands hit his shoulders, demanding he let me down while my laughter filled the room."I have missed you," Ben said, finally setting me down but keeping his hands locked on mine. "I came in yesterday, and you were the first person on my mind. I had to see how you've been holding up.""Very well," I replied with a half-smile. "Why do I suspect you didn't come to town just to see me?"His silent grin gave him away instantly. He had definitely come to the city for someone else; my family wasn't the visiting type when it came to the luxury world I was living in. They always insisted they didn't fit into my elite circle."I am definitely going to know who he is soon," I said, my gaze shifting between his amused face and the folder open on the desk in front of me.Ben laughed, a rich, familiar sound that felt entirely out of place in the grand, sile