My Brother My Wife Novels & Stories

I retorted. "Are you really trying me, Aira Jen?" Older Brother threatened. "I won't say another word. In two months, she'll be your wife, a housewife. Let's enjoy these moments while we can," I remarked, addressing Brother. "Isn't that right? Can we?" I turned to Sister. Sister merely glanced at Brother, as if seeking approval. What a picture-perfect couple. I hope we can be like that too. Suddenly, sadness and envy washed over me.

He woke me up for lunch and took the opportunity to get to know me better ; " There are only two women that can get to my brother and it's you and Mike's wife who discovered that she was in love with my brother." " I'm sorry you're going through what you're going through and I can see it in your eyes that you're not over what happened so let me get this straight your brother married your ex wife. How's that possible or did they know each other before they went out because I met Carl a long time ago. "

"Although the insult was uncalled for. Do you know your husband beat up my brother over a week ago?" Ivy smiles. "What? What brother? I didn't let my husband out of my sight last week." Mike chuckles. "So you do know about it." "What in the I didn't let my husband out of my sight didn't you understand? I'm saying I don't know about that because he was with me all along." Deciding to risk it... "Oh, are you saying this because your brother hit my mum? And you think he came to have revenge for her?"

And now I regret going with him here in Italy and marrying a man who wanted nothing but power and money. "HARAYA! I KNOW YOU JUST HERE AND YOU HEAR ME! YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO IF I WAS MAD SO JUST GIVE HER TO ME AND I WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE!" I heard a loud scream from my husband at the front door of our house. "I CAN FIND YOU! I AM NOT BORN AS A MAN TO JUST LET A WOMAN LIKE YOU STOP ME FROM WHAT I WANT!"

“Why? Have you received anything?” I shook my head, feeling a thrill at the fact that I had already heard from him. “No, nothing,” I lied. “That’s why I asked you. You’re his brother, after all.” “But you’re his wife.” It was good that he at least acknowledged that. I am his wife, so hands off, I thought. “I am, but you’re his beloved brother,” I countered with a smile. “He is the most important person in my life.” “Really?” I inquired. “More important than your wife and children?”

“Maybe. “ I say and finally, spot my box of cigarettes. I pick up one and light it. I take a very deep inhale and Max argues. “What do you mean maybe?!” “All I am saying is this is in the past. She is married to Conor now. “ “Yeah, it would be really shitty if you were both in love with the same woman, wouldn’t it?” My brother says. “Yeah,...” Imagine that. I think bitterly. “MAX!” A girl yells over the phone, “We are waiting for you, come on!” “Coming!” My brother yells. “Sorry about this, “

“Because if you aren’t… well, it’s a long way down that table.” “Thank you for the concern,” I said. “I’m sure I’ll manage to find the door.” The brother’s nasty grin grew even thinner. The kind of smile you send ahead like a scout before the troops arrive. And my big guy? Well, he finally looked up from his plate, eyes dark, mouth quiet. “My wife,” he said, cool and smooth as ice melting on brass, “She likes it here. It is exactly where she belongs.”

Over time, I realized: isn't he just a typical example of the 'brother-pampering' syndrome and a parasite? And then, just a few days ago, Finn finally proposed. Lily was thrilled. She took credit for his success, claiming it was all her hard work that made it happen. She turned to me, beaming with excitement. "Darling, my brother's getting married soon. But the bride's family won't agree to the marriage without a house. We still have that empty one, right? Why don't we give it to him?" It wasn't a suggestion; it was a decree. She wasn't asking; she was telling me what had already been decided. She was informing me, as though I had no say in the matter.

As if he wasn't harboring feelings for someone else all along. Lifting my chin defiantly, I said, "Yes, Logan. I can't forget your brother. The only reason I married you was to be closer to him." Logan's face crumpled, and tears welled up in his eyes. So he cried because I, a stand-in, had rejected him. How pathetic. He grabbed my arm, dragging me toward his car. "Logan, let go of me!" I shouted. "No. You're my wife! I'm just taking you home."

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.