My Husband Slept with His Brother's Wife and Called It Love

Chapter 4 Nothing Happened That Night

In the photos, they were young, inseparable, smiling like the whole world belonged to them.

Every single picture felt like a blade, precise and deliberate, sinking straight into my chest.

Kylie flipped to the last page. It was a photo taken in a bedroom.

Under dim lighting, Louis and her were lying in the same bed. He was turned toward her, looking at her with a softness that was impossible to ignore. The kind of love in his eyes looked like it might spill over at any second.

At the bottom right corner, there was a handwritten note: The Night Before

The night before the wedding.

My breath caught.

"See it now?" Kylie closed the album and smiled like she had already won. "Hannah, what you have now… is what I didn't want. The house you live in, the bed you sleep in, all of it used to be mine. You think you won? No. You're just a pathetic replacement."

With that, she turned and walked off in her heels, every step dripping with triumph.

I stood there, frozen to the bone.

Louis came out of the guest room. When he saw the album by the door, he paused.

I picked it up and hurled it straight at his face.

"Louis! You better explain this to me! What the hell is this?!"

The corner of the album cut his forehead, a thin line of blood appearing.

Louis didn't get angry. He just sighed, looking exhausted.

"Hannah… it's all in the past. That night, Kylie was about to leave the country. She came to say goodbye. We had a few drinks and ended up falling asleep in the same bed. Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened?" I snapped, completely losing it. "Sleeping in the same bed, under the same blanket, and you call that nothing? Louis, do you think I'm five?"

"What do you want me to do then?" he shot back, his temper flaring. "It already happened! She's my brother's wife now! What do you expect me to do? I just feel bad for her. She was alone overseas all those years. She went through a lot. I've been looking out for her since we were kids. Is it wrong for me to take care of her? Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

After that, Louis didn't even look at me. He slammed the door and left.

I collapsed onto the floor, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

So this was how he saw it. All my pain, all my humiliation… just me being unreasonable.

Only Kylie's feelings mattered.

That night, my mother-in-law called, telling me to come over for dinner with Louis.

I didn't want to go, but her tone didn't leave room for refusal.

I changed and drove there alone.

The moment I walked in, I saw it. A perfect, happy family scene.

My mother-in-law was holding Kylie's hand, fussing over her. My father-in-law and Mark were playing chess, laughing. Louis sat next to Kylie, carefully peeling an apple for her.

And me?

I looked like an outsider who didn't belong.

When my mother-in-law saw me, her smile faded slightly.

"You're here. Have a seat."

I quietly sat down on the single chair farthest away from them.

At the dinner table, every topic revolved around Kylie.

"Kylie, now that you're back, why not stay? Work at the family company. It's closer to home," my mother-in-law said, placing a piece of ribs into her bowl.

Kylie smiled sweetly. "Thank you. I'll listen to Louis."

My father-in-law chimed in, "Mark, you should learn from your brother. Look how well he takes care of Kylie."

Mark chuckled. "Dad, that's only natural. Kylie's always had eyes for him anyway."

He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

My hand tightened around my chopsticks, trembling slightly.

After dinner, my mother-in-law called me into the study.