“Stop it! What are you doing? I yelled and pushed him away. My lips trembled from the kiss.

“You are my brother-in-law! What is wrong with you?

He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me against the wall.

“W…what are you doing? I stuttered.

I trembled as he placed his hand next to me against the wall and left me with no way to escape his grip.

“Look at me.” He roared as he stared into my eyes with his fists clenched.

I struggled to meet his gaze and instantly, the memories from last night flashed back.

My words choked on my throat. I couldn't come up with coherent words.

My one-night stand was my husband's brother. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I was frightened, yet I still had a feeling of ecstasy being close to the man who made me feel good.

It was no wonder I noticed him, but still, it was inconsequential.

We weren't supposed to hold on to the fragments of last night. I was drunk and that was it. No matter how handsome he was, I wasn't allowed to let my mind go crazy further.

“I remember you! I yelled with every courage I had while still looking at him.

“I… I…was drunk, and we had sex,” I said, biting my bottom lips nervously. “But you have to forget about it, nothing happened.”

He pulled away from me when it dawned on him that I was his brother's wife, his in-law, and having sexual interaction was out of it. But still, he felt bad knowing last night meant nothing to me.

Would she have recognized me if I didn't come to her? He chuckled darkly.

Women like her pretend to be godly but in reality, they are cheats. He looked at me, and he noticed my confused look, and it ticked him off.

Even in this situation, why is she acting innocent? She is disgusting.

He grabbed my chin and pulled me, so I was facing him.

“You are married, pathetic.” He growled. “You are married, you are happy, but you chose to cheat on your husband. Why?

I whimpered silently and shuddered under his gaze.

“You disgust me whenever you act innocent.” He roared.

“I'm sorry,” I muttered. “Please don't say a word about this to my husband. I was drunk and I can't remember much. Besides, I'm not as beautiful as your fiancé, last night wasn't memorable to you anyway.”

He was stunned. Is she stupid or dumb? I wouldn't bother looking for her if it wasn't memorable. Why will I replay every scene of our lovemaking? Why would I remember how her body yearned and pleaded for my touch? Why would I compare her to Catherine, why?

She ignited a thousand strings of passion inside of me. Why can't she take accountability for her actions? Why would she tell me to forget about it? Anyway, it's too late for that.

“Please I beg you Garth, just forget about what happened last night,” I said with tears in my eyes.

He clenched his fists again for the umpteenth time to keep his anger under check.

“I will never forget it. You used me.” He said with gritted teeth.

I didn't say a word. I had no intention of taking advantage of him.

“Put your number here.” He demanded and stretched his phone to me.

His eyes almost sucked my breath out of me.

“Huh? I froze, I was taken aback. I wasn't expecting that from him.

“Are you deaf? I said you should put in your number. I will not let this go. Put in your number and you better pick up my calls anytime I call you else, I will have this conversation with your husband.”

His threats were all it took and he got my number. He took advantage of our little secret.

When he was done collecting the number, he went back to the dining and told them goodnight.

“Catherine, are you guys done? He asked. “We have to go, I have work to do.”

My father-in-law smiled. At least he made time from his busy schedule to have dinner with them, so he couldn't complain.

“Well then, goodnight, son. Drive safe. I had fun.” My father-in-law said as he bid Catherine and Garth goodbye.

Garth nodded and as he was about to leave, he saw Sebastian looking at him by the door.

He looked back at him, and they didn't say a word to each other. There was lightning between their stares.

They had never been on good terms, and it increased by the day, and neither of them cared.

He took off his gaze on him and his fiancé entered the car and they drove off.

“Dinner was good.” My father-in-law said.

“Yes, dinner was good until Amelia disrupted it with her bad news.” My mother-in-law said and rolled her eyes. “I mean, who says something that spoils the mood in the middle of dinner?

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When Garth and Catherine got to their penthouse, he took off his suit, loosened his tie, and went straight to the balcony while Catherine wandered off inside the building.

He grabbed a bottle of vodka and gulped it down before letting out a deep sigh.

“Amelia….

He couldn't believe that I was the same woman he had a one-night stand with.

“Hey, baby.” A sexy voice called out from behind and caught him off guard.

He turned around and Catherine was standing in a sultry lingerie.

She looked sexy, but she wasn't the same as me.

He would have pushed her away, but he didn't, and she took it as an invitation. She kissed him greedily and reached for his trousers to reveal his hard shaft.

“Ahh… she moaned at the sight of his hardness. It was veiny and wild.

Her mouth watered from the mere sight of it.

Yes, she was his fiancé, but he rarely pleased her and that was why she found solace in my husband.

Garth looked at her as she took his shaft in her mouth.

“Ahh…she gasped as she used her tongue around the tip.

Garth was already hard.

She licked on it as though she were licking a lollipop. She made a sexy expression toward him, but it didn't appeal to him.

As Garth was about to push her away and make an excuse as to why he was no longer interested, memories of our lovemaking flashed back to his mind and he imagined I was the one.

He grabbed Catherine and pushed her face down to his shaft. He gasped unexpectedly as she took it down her throat.

She went up and down on his shaft, and Garth kept forcing it down her throat until he released in her mouth.

Catherine was surprised, something like that had never happened before and when she raised her head to look at him, he lost interest.

Even though he knew I wasn't the one there with him, his brain tricked him for a second that it was me and not his fiancé.

He stood up looking disappointed. Pulled his trouser and left with his shirt.

Catherine, who was still on her knees, watched him as he walked away.

<If I'm so beautiful, why can't I seduce him? Why doesn't he get aroused?>

“Sorry,” he said coldly. “I find it boring.”

“Boring? Really? She scoffed. “Should I tell you what is boring? It's you!

He turned around and looked at her.

“Do you know how many men that will kill to have me? Yet, you don't touch me. I'm your fiancé, but you don't seize the opportunity to use me however you want. I'm among the most beautiful women in the world, and I beg you won't come across anyone like me anywhere. And should I give you an example of a dull and ugly woman? Catherine yelled with scorn. “Amelia.”

Garth paused, and his anger built up from what he just heard.

Normally, he wouldn't have been triggered, but he couldn't bear to hear someone talk about my name. Only him.

“Catherine, that's enough! He roared.

“What? She scoffed. “That's the truth. I don't understand why your brother would choose someone like her. I bet she doesn't satisfy him sexually.”

“ENOUGH!!!! He yelled and she halted. She was shocked her husband yelled at her because of me.

“Why are you trying to defend her? She shouted, her anger bubbling over. “She doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy. I'm your fiancé yet never, for once, have you been bothered about me.”

“Isn't it the same with you, huh? He countered her. “I know you see other men, and don't dare try to justify it with work.”

“The same woman you are defending doesn't have much time left.”

Garth came to an abrupt stop when he heard her words. So Catherine seized the opportunity to continue in a tone filled with hatred.

“When you excused yourself from the dining table, Amelia told everyone that she has been diagnosed with a brain tumor.”…