Divorced My Scum Husband Married His Evil Brother Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was just that I had nothing else to do with my life at that point. "What exactly do you want to know?" I snarled, the words tumbling out, unexpectedly. "That I lost everything including my husband, my way, and my worth all in one day? Which part do you wanna know?" "Sounds like the husband wasn't really yours to begin with," He replied easily as if we were talking about some romcom and not my life. "You know what?” I slurred. “Men are scum." He laughed, the sound low and deep.

My soul left my body the moment I saw his face, but what broke me entirely was the words from my husband: “Mi Vida, my half-brother Nicholas Ace.” My breath seized, the world stopped spinning, and he had a damn smile on his face, like he had not just fucked me minutes ago. My husband’s half-brother is my secret lover.

Take him to a tropical island, tell him the truth… Maybe he found the brochure I’d brought home and thought I was hinting ‘You were that sure he’d say yes?’ he demanded brutally. ‘When he knew what you’d done? Or maybe you were going to gloss over that bit?’ And then, when she flinched, he’d have given anything to call the words back. Of course his brother would have said yes. Maybe even come clean about his own deception… ‘Unfortunately there was no way to get around that word “divorced” on the marriage certificate. Besides, I wanted to climb down to earth. Ground

Hank retorted unkindly, “Jessica and I are already husband and wife. I’ve already divorced once and I don’t want to get divorced again. Stop saying stuff like this in front of me and stop getting on Jessica’s case. “She’s your daughter-in-law. If you’re mean to her now, once you get old, she won’t be bothered with you either. And don’t set your hopes on my sister. All she knows is to come home and take advantage of us. If there’s nothing she can get out of you, she won’t be bothered with you too.

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

She can't speak or act but she just tried to show me she was calm with me. "Is ok my sweet wife. We go home now. " "You're not married anymore." I smiled like I win this time and he backs up one step. "We are. The divorce was just a scandal. We are married. Now fuck off or I swear I will do so many holes in your body that the medical examiner will not know if you're a human or not. "

Scar glared at Damien and felt like he was acting too much. "You are a man, Whether family or not, hugging is not allowed!" Damien repeated his words without changing his face. "Seriously?! In fact, I don't agree to this marriage! Sister! Divorce him immediately!" Scar raised his hand and ordered. "You silly boy!" Scarlett raised her hand and hit him on his head, "You finally agreed that I'm your sister but who exactly do you want me to divorce?" Scarlett glared at him. "And You? Do you have to be jealous of Everyone?" She smiled amusedly.

"Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback." Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement. Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement. On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm. We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief. I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

Immediately turning to me, he said, "Julia has a weak body. If you're not going to sleep, stop standing around and make her some soup." I smiled despite my anger. "I'm your wife, not her nanny." Zachary's expression darkened. "Queenie Scott, why do you have to be so petty? Julia's your sister, for goodness' sake. "It's one thing if you don't care about her, but do you have to get so worked up over me caring for my sister-in-law?" "Your sister-in-law?" I felt a pang in my heart. "It sure doesn't look like you only see her as your sister-in-law to me!"