Ravaged by my brother-in-law

10

~Sandra~

And when Liam finally pulled the front door open. I literally couldn’t believe my eyes.

Because, standing on the threshold of our house was a familiar striking woman. She had long, glossy black hair styled in sleek waves, sharp dark eyes, and a figure that was hard to miss.

She was wearing an overly tight, low-cut, sexy designer dress under an open trench coat, holding a thick leather corporate folder against her hip.

My breath caught in my throat. I recognized her instantly from the photos in Ryan’s file.

It was Priya Sharma. Liam’s primary mistress. The same one he was f*****g yesterday.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Priya?” Liam blinked, visibly startled. “What.. What are you doing here?”

Priya let out a soft, melodic laugh, before stepping right past the doorway without even waiting for an invitation.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked, Liam!” Priya cooed, her voice smooth like honey. “You left the signed quarterly acquisition files on your desk at the office yesterday. Since we have the board presentation on Monday, I thought I’d be a good assistant and drop them off personally.”

As Priya spoke, my mind suddenly flashed back to the horrifying night of our anniversary.

I remembered standing in my living room, wearing expensive black lace lingerie I had bought just for Liam, holding the phone to my ear.

I remembered the awful, wet sounds echoing through the speaker and the loud breathless moans of a woman. And then, Liam’s cruel, mocking voice: “Sandra’s a dead fish in bed... Can’t even make her c*m anyway.”

My gaze instantly locked onto Priya’s face.

Priya turned her head and looked directly at me. And a tiny, extremely subtle, smug smile flickered across the mistress’s red lips. It was so quick that Liam didn't notice it, but I saw it clearly.

Ohh I saw it very very clearly.

And a cold shudder ran down my spine as a terrifying question suddenly burned in my mind: When I called Liam on our anniversary… did Priya intentionally answer the phone?

Did she hit the speaker button on purpose so I would hear them having s*x? Did she want me to hear how Liam mocked me, just so she could force me out and take my place?

My chest heaved as rage and pain clawed at my throat, but I couldn't be 100% sure.

I didn't truly have the proof that Priya had done it on purpose. But looking at the sharp, calculating malice in the woman’s dark eyes, I felt in my gut that it was true.

“Oh!” Priya feigned surprise, placing a manicured hand over her chest as she looked at me. “You must be Sandra! Liam’s wife!”

I forced my hands to remain flat at my sides so Priya wouldn't see them shaking with fury. “Yes. I’m Sandra.”

“It is so lovely to finally meet you,” Priya said sweetly, walking over to stand right next to Liam. She reached out and casually adjusted the collar of Liam’s shirt, a gesture that was so familiar, so territorial, that it was an obvious power move against me.

Priya looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my plain clothes.

“It must be so nice to be a housewife,” Priya said with a soft, patronizing sigh. “Just staying at home in peace, away from all the stress of the corporate world. Liam talks about how quiet you are all the time. Honestly, I don't know how you do it. I would get so bored doing nothing all day, but I suppose some women just aren't built for the fast life.”

The insult was wrapped in sugar, but the venom underneath was sharp and poisonous.

I burned with a sudden, roaring fury, because how dare she?!

This woman was standing in my home, touching my husband, and insulting me right to my face.

How dare she!

I looked at Liam, expecting him to step in or correct Priya. But Liam wasn't defending his wife.

No… Instead, Liam’s light grey eyes were greedily scanning Priya’s tight dress, his gaze lingering on her exposed cleavage with blatant hunger. He didn't even care that I was literally standing right there!

My heart broke into a thousand sharp pieces all over again as I realized how disgusting the sheer audacity of both of them was.

But Ryan’s voice quickly echoed in my head: Do not break character. Play the part.

I swallowed the bitterness, bit my tongue, and kept my face completely blank.

“Well, work is very important,” I said softly, forcing my voice to stay calm.

“It certainly is,” Liam said quickly, clearing his throat and finally pulling his eyes off Priya’s chest. He turned to me with a careless wave of his hand. “Sandra, go into the kitchen and make us some fresh coffee, will you? And grab some of those biscuits from the pantry for Priya.”

I stared at him in utter shock. He was actually treating me like a maid in front of his mistress.

The thought made me want to snap, but I forced myself to stay calm.

“Of course darling,” I said through gritted teeth, before turning on my heel to walk toward the kitchen.

But I had only taken three steps when another heavy knock rattled the front door again.

Everyone stopped and Liam frowned, looking at the door in utter confusion. “What the hell? Who is it now?”

I turned around, with my heart hammering. Was that another mistress? I wondered bitterly. Did the fucker actually invite his whole harem over today?

We were about to find out.