All Chapters of Playtime With My Husband’s Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Get your hands off my husband, Elizabeth,” I said, gritting my teeth while keeping a smile on my face. Elizabeth was Lucas's friend. At least, that was what he'd always told me. I had no reason to dislike her, really. Except that she was always touching my husband, and he never seemed particularly bothered by it. Maybe I was being unreasonable. Maybe I was just one of those wives who saw a threat in every woman who smiled at her husband. Still, I didn't like the way she looked at him. Elizabeth pulled her hand away from his arm and gave me a sweet little smile. “Avianna, honestly. I was only talking to him.” “I know.” I returned her smile. “I was only joking.” Lucas let out a quiet laugh beside me. “Pardon my wife, everyone. She's very territorial.” He winked at the people standing around us, making it sound like I was being cute. A few of them laughed. I didn't. Instead, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “She's been keeping me on my toes since the da

“What the fuck is going on” I said. “What. The…” I couldn’t finish it. I was so shocked. Lucas looked up to me and the colour drained from his face. “Avianna” Luca said, his hands slowly going a little up in a calming gesture. I looked at the unknown man then back at Lucas, my eyes wide it felt like it’ll pop out any moment. And then the tears came rolling down. “What….” My voice came out so low, I could barely hear. “What the fuck is this? Lucas?” “Babe listen….” “Don’t. You. Call. Me. That.” The man took a step away from the desk, quickly trying to arrange his wrinkled shirt and messy hair, my stomach turned I couldn't stand I had to grab the door frame. “Get out,” Lucas said to him. I looked at Lucas astonished. “Are you fucking kidding me right now Lucas? Telling him to get out is what you’re worried about?” I said almost screaming my lungs out. “Avianna please…” “Who is he?” Lucas ran his hands through his hair “it’s not…” “Who is he Lucas.” “Julian.” Lucas said. “

A few days had passed since I told Lucas I wanted a divorce. He hadn't agreed to it. He still slept in our bedroom, still asked what I wanted for dinner, and still kissed my cheek whenever someone was around to see it. I stopped correcting him. There was no point arguing with a man who refused to hear me. On Friday evening, he came into the dressing room while I was getting ready. “Wear the black dress,” he said, looking at the options laid out on the bed. I glanced at him through the mirror. “Why?” “The Vantage Group event. I told you about it.” “You told me you were attending.” “And I want you there with me.” “I don't feel like going.” “It's important, Avianna.” “Then go.” His jaw tightened. “People are expecting to see us together. We can't afford to have everyone asking questions about our marriage.” There it was. Making an appearance is all he cares about. I looked back at the mirror. “Fine.” His expression relaxed immediately. “Thank you, sweetheart.” The event