Brotherly Fortress After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Your mom stepped out quite early today.” I scoffed. “You mean your wife.” We both looked at each other for a second before bursting into a fit of laughter. “She’s obsessed with work, but it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person.” He pushed his coffee against the counter, asked if I would like some, then proceeded to make mine for me. He was so calm and easy going, I compared him with Jean in my mind. “You’re defending my mother again.” “What kind of man wouldn’t defend his wife?”

"Don't worry. I sincerely accept it, body and soul. As I said before, Alice is beautiful. It's not a loss to marry her. Besides, what you're doing here is threatening the existence of singles." At that moment, Ashton raised his eyebrows. He tried to understand the meaning behind his brother's words. "How am I threatening?" "Very greedy. Getting married twice. And all of your wives are beautiful. Just switch or give me a chance since I don't have a partner. Relax, from a young age, I've been used to being your stuntman and replacing your role to be scolded by dad and mom." Ashton pulled a face right away. His eyebrows raised high. He tried to digest the meaning of his brother's words.

Hell, this man is freaking impossible to read! “What next?” I ask sharply, “What next after the divorce?” “We go our separate ways, I go back to my pack, and you get to stay with your brother.” Anger flickers across my eyes, “My brother does not own me.” He doesn’t say a word; instead he drops his cutlery on the plate and stands up. “The divorce paper is ready; you even get half the property I own. We can sign it whenever you are ready, but it has to be tonight, I leave for my pack permanently tomorrow.” That’s it, no backwards glance, not a single freaking thing.

"Not because of how much he cares about you, but because you have a brother who loves you so much. "People say the greatest gift in life isn’t a partner who loves you, but a brother who cherishes you like you're the most precious thing in the world. “No matter what happens, he’s always there—a safe harbor to protect you." Suzy’s smile thinned. "I’m not so sure about that. Honestly, I think he treats you way better than he treats me. “Remember when we faked that argument to fool Helena? I figured you'd tell him about it. “But nope. He thought we really fell out, and the next thing I knew, he was at Helena’s place, tearing into me and swearing he was done with me forever.

I needed to avoid him like crazy and make sure I wouldn't get to have any discussion with him except work related discussions. My hand hit my face again remembering how we stopped kissing and how I left his presence. I kissed my Ex-Husband's Brother! 'Adopted Brother.' I corrected myself. The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. How could he get to enter the room after what hsd just happened between us? I wondered how much pain he could be in right now. He was hard as fuck the other time. I watched as he walked into the toilet like nothing happened between the both of us. I hope he keeps on acting that way

Ryker whispered, his tone dangerously low and excruciating. "This is what I meant when I said you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." I scoffed in a badgering tone, trying to keep my voice coherent but it's hard to because I just kissed my sister's husband, Ryker, the man I've hated all my life. "What? You just kissed me at your sister's funeral? How low can you sink?" "Low enough that I'm ready to do anything to keep my parents' company alive." I snapped back at him, holding my real intentions at the tip of my tongue.

When my in-laws came up to curse me, their faces red with rage, my brother didn't hesitate. Slap! Slap! He slapped each of them as well. Across their faces. Hard enough to sting. To humble. They stumbled back. Shocked into silence. I looked at them coldly. My voice was ice. "Derek and I are divorced. As of today. This is Emma's and my home. We own it. You're the ones who should leave!" My mother-in-law's face showed panic. She looked around at the warriors surrounding us. Seeing we outnumbered them badly, she began throwing a tantrum instead. Playing the victim.

, Her brother’s voice was clear and steady and for some reason, made her feel much better, even though she couldn’t exactly place why she wasn’t feeling great initially. “Hey Doc, how was your surgery?”, she asked as she always did when her brother had to go into the operating room. “Great actually. The patient is awake and speaking, no complications ma’am”, he answered lightheartedly, and Elara smiled. “Good, congrats. Have you spoken to Mom?” “Yes, I have. Heard about your little hysteria”, Elias chuckled and Elara groaned. “I was worried, okay? Sue me”. “I get you, love”, he was still laughing. “How was your test? Did you eventually study the section on morality?” Elias was very invested

I stood up immediately and stepped away. “I’m fine.” He looked at me, not convinced. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” My heart trembled. There were so many things I wanted to say. I did not want the divorce. I loved him. I was pregnant with his child. And that gift… Did it mean something? Did he still care, even a little? I opened my mouth. But before I could speak “Even after the divorce,” he said calmly, “you will still be my sister.” “You can rely on me like family.”

About what I hoped to accomplish. "I understand you went through a difficult divorce recently," Jessica said gently. "Yes. My ex husband had an affair and committed financial crimes against my family." "That must have been devastating." "It was. But it also freed me. Forced me to remember who I was before I became someone's wife." "And who is that?" I smiled. "An architect. A daughter. A friend. Someone who wants to help people." "You are also newly married. To your ex husband's brother." "Yes. Benjamin saw me when I could not see myself. He believed in me when I stopped believing. He is my partner in every sense of the word."