Part 1After Divorcing That jerk, I Married His Older Brother

It was me who made sure my brother-in-law’s divorce happened.

I didn’t really do much—just sent him some Instagram message screenshots of my sister-in-law and my husband pouring their hearts out to each other.

After all, he had stayed faithful to her for three years and hadn’t even touched me. I figured it was only right to let them be together.

I’m done being trapped in a sham marriage.

On the day all hell broke loose at their house, I was there too. The four of us sat in the same room.

Graham, my brother-in-law, was determined to get a divorce. Lily, my sister-in-law, was crying like a damsel in distress, looking so pitiful that if I were a man, I’d have comforted her myself.

So naturally, my husband, Dylan, was there playing the hero, kneeling at her feet, practically begging her to smile again.

True love, am I right?

Graham didn’t care at all for Lily’s tears, but her lover, my husband, couldn’t take it anymore. He lashed out at Graham, shouting,

“How can you be so heartless? Lily’s an amazing woman, and now she’s crying like this, and you still have the nerve to blame her?”

Graham, being the rational man he is, was furious.

“Dylan Foster, do you even remember she’s your sister-in-law?”

But, oh no, my cheating husband didn’t back down. Bold as ever, he responded, “She’s your wife! Have you done your duty as a husband? Do you even know how long you’ve been gone on business trips? Two or three months at a time, never around. Lily’s been home alone, exhausted and crying. Where were you?”

A brilliant speech. If you forgot who was talking, it’d almost sound reasonable.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I slapped him across the face and said, “So, you decided to ‘take care of her’ in your brother’s bed? Why didn’t Graham help me out when I’ve been living like a nun for all these years?”

Dylan lost it. He turned his anger towards me, saying, “You’ve always been trouble. I married you because I thought you were a decent woman, but now look at you.”

He had the nerve to say, “I regret marrying you. You’ve been nothing but a disappointment.”

Classic double standards. He’s been caught in bed with his sister-in-law, but I’m the problem because I dared to expose it.

Dylan, in his usual self-righteous tone, said, “Avery, be reasonable. I just made a mistake all good-hearted men are bound to make. Can’t you forgive me? You’re a woman too. Can’t you empathize with Lily’s pain?”

Honestly, the first time I walked in on them, besides the anger and hatred, there was a sense of relief.

Three years into our marriage, and he had used his “ED” as an excuse not to touch me. I thought I was being an “understanding” wife.

When I saw him cheating, I was furious, but I also felt free. I wouldn’t have to keep pretending to be the dutiful wife who felt guilty for wanting a real man.

“Go to hell with your ‘understanding.’ If you cared so much for Lily, why didn’t you marry her in the first place? It wasn’t me who begged you to marry me, was it? No, you chased me down, saying you couldn’t live without me.”

Before he could respond, I added, “You want to sleep with your sister-in-law, but then you went and married me. What a joke.”

Oh, he wanted to marry Lily, alright. But Lily didn’t want to leave Graham—he was still the better catch. Dylan only married me because he was getting too much pressure to settle down. After the wedding, he even told me he had ED to keep up his “purity.”

There isn’t a more pathetic man on this planet.

Furious, Dylan raised his hand to hit me.

Smack!

But the blow never landed. Graham stepped in, blocking him with his arm.

Graham growled at him, “Dylan, you’re lucky you’re my brother. If anyone else dared to humiliate me like this, they’d be dead.”

Dylan froze, then stammered, “Graham…”

I seized the moment, slapping him again. “You disgusting piece of garbage. Just being near you makes me sick.”

“And don’t worry. Not only is Graham divorcing Lily, but I’m divorcing you too. I’ll make sure you and your precious Lily are together forever in your twisted love story.”

With that, I left, locking the door behind me. Whatever happened between Graham and Lily or how Dylan tried to fix things was no longer my concern.

That night, Dylan banged on the door for ten minutes straight, but I didn’t open it. He only left after the neighbors came out and started yelling at him.

The next day, though, I didn’t expect Lily’s mom to come storming into my office.