All Chapters of My Best Friend STOLE MY Husband -So I Married His Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The champagne glass slipped from my hand the moment I opened the bedroom door. It hit the marble floor with a sharp crack, scattering tiny pieces of glass across the carpet. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. For three seconds, I simply stood there, staring at the two people I trusted most in the world. My husband. And my best friend. In my bed. My fingers went cold. “Claire…” My husband’s voice finally broke the silence. I looked at him. Then at her. My best friend, Sophie, was clutching the white sheet against her chest, her hair tangled around her face. The same face I’d held while she cried about her heartbreak. The same woman I’d called my sister. The same woman who had stood beside me six months ago when I married the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with. I laughed. I didn’t know why. Maybe because if I didn’t laugh, I would scream. “So this is why you kept telling me you were tired.” My husband, Daniel, immediately

I didn't sleep that night.How could I?Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph.My mother.A baby in her arms.And a stranger standing beside her.Then there was Ethan.Daniel's older brother.The man who supposedly knew where the baby was.The man who had apparently been waiting for me.By six in the morning, I had already made up my mind.I was going to find him.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone.The anonymous number had stopped sending messages.But I couldn't stop thinking about the last one.HE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, CLAIRE.Who was he?Why did he know me?And why did Daniel look terrified when I mentioned his name?I opened my contacts and searched for Daniel's family.There was one number I had never called.His father's office.I hesitated before dialing.The call connected after three rings.“Black Holdings. How may I help you?”“I need Ethan Black's contact.”There was silence.“May I ask who's calling?”“Claire Black.”The woman immediately bec

I stayed awake for most of the night.Ethan's words kept replaying in my mind, no matter how many times I tried to push them away.Become my wife.It should have been an absurd suggestion. A few days ago, I had been planning my honeymoon with Daniel, completely unaware that he was sleeping with my best friend behind my back. Now I was sitting in Ethan Black's house, wearing one of his sister's old silk robes because I had refused to go back to the house I had shared with Daniel, and trying to understand why his marriage proposal didn't sound as crazy as it should have.I turned over in bed and stared at the ceiling.Ethan had said he wanted me long before Daniel ever had the right to call me his wife.I couldn't stop thinking about that part.Had he really?I barely remembered meeting him when I was younger. Daniel had always described his older brother as distant and difficult, someone who preferred staying away from the family whenever possible. Ethan had never attended most of the

By the time the engagement photographs started appearing online, I had already learned one important thing about being connected to Ethan Black.Privacy was apparently a luxury I could no longer afford.The story had spread faster than I expected. By breakfast, three different websites had published articles about my upcoming marriage to Ethan, and each one seemed to have its own version of what had happened.Some claimed Ethan and I had been secretly involved before my marriage to Daniel.Others suggested I had deliberately married Daniel so I could eventually become Ethan's wife.One headline described me as the woman who had "destroyed the Black brothers' relationship."I read that one twice before putting my phone down."I think people need hobbies," I muttered.Across the table, Ethan continued eating as if none of it concerned him."You'll get used to it.""I don't want to get used to it."He looked up."Good."I frowned."Why is everything I say apparently a good thing to you?"

For several seconds, nobody moved.I could hear the distant sounds of the hospital around us, the rolling wheels of a trolley, a nurse speaking quietly at the end of the corridor, the occasional beep coming from one of the rooms. Everything felt strangely normal for a place where my entire understanding of my life had just been turned upside down.I looked at Ethan.He had gone completely still.Not the controlled stillness I had become familiar with, the one he used whenever someone challenged him. This was different. His face had lost some of its color, and there was something in his eyes I had never seen before.Fear.“You said his,” I repeated, barely recognizing my own voice. “You said the baby was his.”Sophie swallowed.“Yes.”I looked between her and Ethan. “Whose?”She didn't answer immediately.My chest tightened.“Whose child, Sophie?”She finally looked at Ethan.“Ethan's.”The word seemed to echo through the co