Part 3After Divorcing That jerk, I Married His Older Brother

After Lily’s mom’s outburst, Dylan decided to take things up a notch by calling my mom, saying he wanted to bring me back to my hometown. My mom, of course, got excited and called me right away, asking when I was coming home.

I knew Dylan was trying to manipulate me, using my mom against me.

So, I decided to ask Graham for help. He had promised to handle his family’s mess, and Dylan was part of that too.

I met Graham at a small café to talk things over. He apologized again, saying he would keep his mother-in-law and the rest of his family in check from now on. He even promised to warn Dylan to stop causing trouble.

I wasn’t having it. I had Lily’s scandalous video right there in my phone, and I couldn’t believe she still had the nerve to cause a scene. How shameless could they be?

I was the victim here. Honestly, I was doing them a favor by not going to Lily’s neighborhood and making a spectacle out of it.

These people had no shame, causing all this trouble and still turning the blame on me.

“Your brother tricked me into this marriage, made me live like a widow. Your wife had an affair with him. And then her mother comes to my office to harass me. Graham, I’m done with all of you. Your entire family owes me.”

I knew Graham wasn’t really to blame, but I had to let it all out. And he just sat there, calm as ever, taking my angry rant in stride. He didn’t say a word while I pointed my finger at him and shouted.

He even ordered me my favorite drink—a half-sweet iced tea—and slid it across the table.

I took a sip. It was perfect.

Even after three years of marriage, Dylan never bothered to remember the little things I liked.

Looking at Graham, a thought popped into my head.

“If you really feel sorry for me, then make it up to me.”

Graham didn’t flinch. “Alright.”

“I want Dylan to leave this marriage with nothing,” I blurted out.

Then, I quickly added, “And I want you to be with me.”

I couldn’t understand why Lily would ever cheat on a man like Graham. He never complained about her extravagant spending or her increasingly absurd demands. He bought her designer bags, sent her on trips abroad, and even indulged her mother’s ridiculous requests.

Graham was either at work or on his way to work. I remember once when he had a high fever, and I went over to bring him some soup. He had fainted at home, and if I hadn’t been there, he could’ve been in real trouble. As I cleaned him up and wiped him down with rubbing alcohol, I noticed holes in his socks. He laughed and said it was because he walked too much, and Lily hadn’t noticed.

In that moment, I felt a pang of jealousy. If Dylan had even half of Graham’s decency, I’d have been happy to live like a saint my whole life.

How could Lily not appreciate a man like that? Meanwhile, Dylan wasn’t even in the same league.

I wanted that kind of marriage.

Graham’s expression softened a bit, his usual unreadable face showing a hint of thought. He looked at me, his guilt and concern replaced with something more calculating.

“You want to use me to get revenge on them?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered without hesitation. Then I added, “But that’s not the only reason. Dylan’s betrayal has left me with scars, and I see a perfect man right in front of me who his wife doesn’t appreciate. If Lily can’t see what she has, I can. And let’s be real—I’d be a great wife. My parents adore their sons-in-law, you know that.”

Graham nodded. “Alright. After the divorce, if you still want, I can take responsibility.”

That was… shockingly easy. Wasn’t he going to think about it more?

He must’ve sensed my doubt because he continued, “I’m a calm person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get angry. And you’re right. If they don’t know how to value what they have, then why shouldn’t we choose someone who does?”