All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Husband, His Enemy Stole Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

AURORAKieran was waiting at the end of my driveway at four.I slid into the passenger seat without a word and he pulled away from the curb without one either. There wasn't anything to say. In an hour we would either prove him a liar or watch my whole life catch fire.The drive out of the city took us past vineyards and down a two-lane road that curved along a river. The Hartwell Estate sat at the top of a wooded hill, all white stone and black shutters and a long gravel driveway lined with lanterns. It was a boutique inn, the kind that only took one booking at a time. Rhett had told me he was closing a deal in a downtown office tower.The sky above us had been grey all day. By the time Kieran killed the engine, the first fat drops were hitting the windshield."We don't have long," he said. "Housekeeping leaves at five."A woman in a crisp apron met us at the service door around the back. Kieran handed her an envelope. She didn't count it. She just nodded and led us through a service

AURORAI pushed back from the table and stood up. My pulse was doing something unreasonable in my throat."It might be the grief talking. I know how that sounds." I lifted my chin. "But tell me you wouldn't give anything to see their faces when they find out we weren't exactly sitting at home waiting."Kieran straightened off the doorframe. The shirt hung forgotten in his fingers."An affair." He said the word like he was tasting it."Yes. An affair." I kept my voice level. "No feelings. No forever. Two people who got cut by the same knife giving the cutters exactly what they earned."He crossed the room without hurry. He stopped a foot away from me, close enough that I had to lift my face to keep his eyes."And when they find out?" he asked."That's the point." My breath was coming shallow. "If they can play this game, then so can we. Only better."My heart was hammering. Yesterday morning I would have sworn on my mother's grave that I was not the kind of woman who could suggest some

AURORAI did not sit down.That was all of it. Four years of doing what he asked before he had finished asking, and the first thing in me to break was my knees refusing to bend.None of us moved.Rhett stood in the middle of my living room with his hands on his hips. Noelle sat on my couch with her feet tucked up under her, wearing my pale blue robe, the one he bought me for our first anniversary. I stayed in the doorway with rain still in my hair from a county two hours away.The lamp was on. The television was off. Somewhere behind me the front door was still open an inch, the way he had left it."Who took them," I said."Aurora.""The photographs. Who took them."He looked down at the coffee table. At the thick stack of me laid out across the wood like a hand of cards somebody had already won with."It doesn't matter," he said."It matters to me.""It doesn't matter." Softer the second time. Kinder. The voice he used on clients who were about to lose money and did not know it yet.