
After Betrayal, I Fell For My Brother
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Romance
On GoingThe day my husband cheated with my brother, my world collapsed. The only person I could think of was Julian. My brother is in name only. Five years ago, when I confessed to him through tears, he crushed my hopes completely by pulling another woman into his arms with a smile. Yet he was also the one who once raced his car in the middle of the night to buy me a rare art book, breaking his leg in the process. I ran to his door like a stray dog, begging him to take me in. He looked at me, his eyes no longer cold like five years ago, but filled with something I couldn't understand—a suppressed, primal hunger that had been caged for too long. He didn't comfort me or even offer me water. He just gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Why the tears?" his voice was hoarse, like honey laced with poison. "Are you crying for the man who wouldn't touch you, or for the man who touched your brother?" I hated him to the bone. Yet the moment his lips claimed mine, I shamefully wanted him to defile me, possess me in the cruelest way possible. This was my hell, but also my rebirth.







