YES… RUIN ME BROTHER-IN-LAW

RULES OF THE GAME

Chapter 7

Elara

I paused, arching my brows, "Repeat what you just said...."

"You heard me; don't pretend like you didn't. You're just so dumb to think that all this while, you were the problem! I feel so sorry for you," she murmured, making sure she repeated that she was sad for me.

What the hell is she trying to talk about? Before I could put everything together, she walked out of the restroom with her friend, leaving me with my thoughts.

I spent another 2 minutes trying to compose myself, and during this time, my phone was ringing non-stop.

Finally, I left the restroom and went to join them at the table. I made sure I fixed my face, but the last person I wanted to see me in a disheveled state was the scumbag that sat across the table—Elias.

Beside him was the so-called Sophia; honestly, she was pretty, and she looked classy. Maybe I need to add more effort to my appearance.

I felt humiliated and, even worse, I was caught off guard when the annoying w***e tried to say something sensitive.

Still, I didn't want to shove it off; I was determined to ask Elias whether he tried to avoid me tonight at the house or not, and I was certain that he wasn't going to avoid me after seeing me with his brother tonight.

"Did your phone stop working because I called you times without number...?"

"I don't like that I'm here; I don't even know why I agreed to this." I murmured,

"You agreed to this because you're my PA, but since you're so reluctant to stay, then I can take you home. I've proven the point I wanted to prove," he said, causing me to respond with a nod.

I was too weak to even start up an argument, but heaven knew that I wouldn't be able to forget those words he just said, "I've proven the point I wanted to prove." The words escaped my lips, and Cillian furrowed his brows, asking,

"Do you have any problem with what I said?"

"Can I have any problem with what you say, boss?" I forced a smile onto my face.

"You know what, I honestly think that I can make it home myself. I just have to book a ride," I murmured, bringing my screen to my eyes' reach.

"I brought you here and I'm taking you back home. "Don't book any ride," he said sternly.

"Don't worry, honestly, I can go home. I'm sure you need to be here to get that contract!" I tried to sound convincing, but Cillian quickly grabbed my phone, refusing to give it to me until we got to his car.

I noticed some eyes on both of us; more girls were staring than men.

"Let's go..." I said softly, clearing my voice before following him to his car.

We got outside, and before I could open the door, he did and whispered, "I want your husband to see this."

"He's not even outside!" I murmured, a bit frustrated.

"But he has eyes and ears outside. These girls are like toys to him; most of them are in relationships, yet they want something outside their relationship with Elias!" He informed, causing me to chuckle softly because obviously, this started looking like a big problem.

"What do you think about that? Open marriage? Relationship?" I arched my brows as he got into the car, and the first response he gave me was intense laughter, dry and cold, but it sent a message.

We drove straight to my home, and on getting there, I opened the door myself and climbed out of the car. "Don't be late to work tomorrow! I don't tolerate it! No excuses!" He said and drove off even before I could respond.

Did I have the heart to carry on to work tomorrow? No. Do I need the money that job could offer? Yes. So because of that, I had to forget everything stopping me from having strength; I need to wake up, re-strategize, and continue.

Any broke-ass lady like me did not have the luxury of having the kind of emotional break that would include pausing every other activity that's supposed to go on in my life.

I got into the house, and the urge to even change before falling on the bed disappeared. By odd hours like this, my husband would retire home with a w***e beside him, and today, I didn't care if he came one today; I wanted an answer, and I was sure as hell going to get it.

It wasn't up to 30 minutes before his car rode into the garage; I hurried up. Suddenly, the weak feeling I got lurking around me disappeared, and all of a sudden, I felt strong and ready to confront him.

My heart was bitter and at the point of breaking. If he gave me the right answer, I would be okay, but the wrong answer? That might end me.

The front door opened, and he walked into the sitting room. Before then, I was already waiting for him at the stairs.

"I thought you'd be asleep..."

"And I thought you'd be coming home with one of your whores tonight!" I fired back,

He loosened his tie around his neck, something I usually help him do whenever he comes back from work.

"You're one funny b***h. Holding a lot of resentment when you're f*****g my brother," he said causing me to chuckle softly.

I ran my hands through my hair, smirked, and folded them in front of me. "Why haven't I for once gotten pregnant for you?"

Elias paused, a wave of emotion on his face, but in 3 seconds, a smirk settled on his face.

"Because I don't want you to carry my child," His words were cold and direct, yet they didn't hold the answer I sought.

"What do you mean? For five years, we've been married, and not once, not even once, have I carried your child. Why? Huh?" I yelled, unable to keep it together anymore.