Novel & Cerita El Esposo De Mi Hermana

She stumbled back against the counter. "She cheated on me with my brother, and I don't want anything to do with her anymore," he coldly spat on TV. "Why would he say that to me? He cheated on me and wants to blame me for everything?" Her voice broke, and strength seemed to leave her body. Spencer carefully pulled her into a hug. "I thought they were just rumors. So, are you both separating?" the reporter continued. Liam nodded. "Won’t that affect the face of your company being that she is the sister of your wife?"

The main one being that I am a married woman—and I must not forget that. Like a true gentleman, Eduardo insisted we go to his apartment. I firmly said no, and he didn’t push further. He handed me a business card, telling me to call him whenever I wanted. His full name left me stunned. Eduardo Marín de la Cruz. He had the same last names as my husband. Cristian had told me he had a brother who was considered the black sheep of the family because he was involved in shady businesses. In short, the first time I cheated on my husband, I did it with my brother-in-law. I was deeply worried about it. "Beautiful, why did you react that way when you saw my name? Is there a problem?" Eduardo asked with

“Brother.” The word felt like a slap to my face. And a harsher realization dawned on me. My supposed mate… is my husband’s brother?

She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state. — What is it? she asked, feigning an interest she didn’t entirely feel. — Nathan, my twin brother, is finally coming back! His enthusiasm was palpable. It was as if he was becoming a teenager again just by saying that name. — He returned after spending years traveling abroad. I haven’t seen him in a while, and he has changed a lot. Léa squinted, trying to gather her memories. Nathan. That name floated in her mind like an old, blurry photo, never really seen. She knew he was Thomas's twin, but their paths had never crossed.

My heart leapt—I braced for the concrete to meet me—when a strong arm caught me instead. I looked up, startled, and my breath caught in my throat. Him. I jerked my gaze away instantly, pulling upright. Adjusting the strap of my dress where it had slipped off my shoulder, I tried to compose myself. “W-Were you following me? Where’s your WIFE?” I asked sharply, spitting out the last word like venom. We were so close I could feel the heat of him, dangerously close to leaning into his chest. “Apparently,” he said smoothly, “my fake wife is off somewhere looking for a date. While I’d much rather go home with my real wife.”

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."

"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."

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

I mean, this wasn't only a married man but also my father-in-law, but no matter my feelings, I couldn't do anything. “A three-way, Father?" My husband's brother's wife, or what must I call her, sister-in-law? Well, she turned around still on her knees; I always suspected she knew I was also fucking with our father-in-law, and now, with how calm she was, it just confirmed it.

She winked at me after. What in the actual fuck?! It was out of my awareness that he has a very complicated family. I was too stunned by the revelation. Come to think of it! My ex-husband has a halfbrother and they are rivals in anything! And their resemblance is freaking uncanny! I literally never met his halfbrother way back when we were still married. But the big deal here is that i actually messed up in our first ever encounter and i don't know what he's capable of, if he's ever worse than Lorcan.