All Chapters of 30 Days to Divorce: I Slept with My Husband’s Ruthless Broth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Seven hundred and thirty nights of marriage, and my husband still hadn’t touched me—until I heard him moaning my best friend’s name behind the half-open door of his study.I stopped on the hallway runner, gripping the handle of the silver thermal case in my left hand. Inside sat the finalized Elysium cellular-regeneration compound—a five-hundred-million-dollar formula I’d just spent forty-eight sleepless hours perfecting in the basement lab as my second anniversary gift to Preston Sinclair.Through the two-inch gap in the mahogany door, a woman’s breathy giggle spilled out of Preston’s speakerphone."Slow down, baby," Chloe Sutton purred. "Your pathetic little wife is still locked downstairs in the lab, isn't she? What if she comes up early?""Let her stay down there breathing in fumes all night," Preston panted, the leather of his executive chair creaking in a steady rhythm. "God, Chloe... keep talking to me like that. Wear that red lace set tomorrow after the board meeting. The seco

Preston’s fingers brushed the light switch beside our pillar.Before he could flip it, Dominic slid his bare palm from my mouth down to the handle of the silver Elysium case."Let me hold onto your crown until ten tomorrow," Dominic breathed against my ear, slipping the case from my fingers and hiding it beneath his charcoal overcoat.A second later, he stepped out from behind the marble pillar, planting the rubber tip of his black titanium cane right beside Preston’s dress shoe.Preston yelped, stumbling back against the console table and rattling the mug of chamomile tea."Dominic?!" Preston clutched his chest, staring wildly at his older half-brother. "What the hell are you doing lurking upstairs in the dark?"Dominic angled his broad shoulders in front of the alcove gap, blocking me from view."Your housekeeper said you were working late," Dominic replied smoothly, tossing a manila audit folder onto the table. "I came to drop off the quarterly figures, though you sounded... occupi

My phone buzzed nonstop on the glass nightstand, Preston’s name lighting up the dim room. I ignored it, keeping my eyes on the red security monitor where my older brother glared straight into the elevator camera.Dominic didn't look the least bit worried. Lifting me off his lap, he set me down on the edge of the mattress and stood up.He walked over to the velvet armchair in the corner and picked up my emerald silk dress and trench coat—both dry and freshly pressed."My staff took care of them," Dominic said, tossing the clothes onto the sheets beside me. "Get dressed. Your brother’s about three minutes away from tearing my lobby apart. Take the private service elevator down to the south garage. He’s waiting."I gathered the clothes against my chest, my skin still warm from his touch. "What about the Elysium case?""Safe in my vault," Dominic replied, turning his back to give me privacy as he buttoned a fresh white dress shirt. "Go deal with Marcus and take your name back. I’ll see yo

Inside my trench coat pocket, I tapped my phone screen to save the voice recording of Chloe’s confession before letting go of the device.Preston hurried over to Chloe and pulled her up from the broken glass on the tile floor, stepping in front of her to hide her bleeding hand from the board members."Dominic," Preston said, pasting on a smile. "You’re early. My soon-to-be ex-wife was just throwing a jealous fit because I promoted Chloe to Chief Formulator. Security is already on the way to escort Sienna out of the building."Dominic didn't even look at him. He stopped a few paces away, resting both gloved hands over the handle of his black titanium cane while his dark grey eyes stayed fixed on me."Your domestic messes can wait until ten-thirty," Dominic told Preston. "The Supreme Board is here to verify the five-hundred-million-dollar Elysium compound before we sign off on the global launch contract. Bring those backup cylinders inside, Miss Sutton. Since my brother claims you’re th