It was me who made sure my brother-in-law’s divorce happened. I didn’t really do much—just sent him some Instagram message screenshots of my sister-in-law and my husband pouring their hearts out to each other. After all, he had stayed faithful to her for three years and hadn’t even touched me. I figured it was only right to let them be together. I’m done being trapped in a sham marriage. On the day all hell broke loose at their house, I was there too. The four of us sat in the same room. Graham, my brother-in-law, was determined to get a divorce. Lily, my sister-in-law, was crying like a damsel in distress, looking so pitiful that if I were a man, I’d have comforted her myself. So naturally, my husband, Dylan, was there playing the hero, kneeling at her feet, practically begging her to smile again. True love, am I right? Graham didn’t care at all for Lily’s tears, but her lover, my husband, couldn’t take it anymore. He lashed out at Graham, shouting, “How can you be so heartless? Lily’s an amazing woman, and now she’s crying like this, and you still have the nerve to blame her?” Graham, being the rational man he is, was furious. “Dylan Foster, do you even remember she’s your sister-in-law?” But, oh no, my cheating husband didn’t back down. Bold as ever, he responded, “She’s your wife! Have you done your duty as a husband? Do you even know how long you’ve been gone on business trips? Two or three months at a time, never around. Lily’s been home alone, exhausted and crying. Where were you?” A brilliant speech. If you forgot who was talking, it’d almost sound reasonable. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I slapped him across the face and said, “So, you decided to ‘take care of her’ in your brother’s bed? Why didn’t Graham help me out when I’ve been living like a nun for all these years?” Dylan lost it. He turned his anger towards me, saying, “You’ve always been trouble. I married you because I thought you were a decent woman, but now look at you.” He had the nerve to say, “I regret marrying you. You’ve been nothing but a disappointment.” Classic double standards. He’s been caught in bed with his sister-in-law, but I’m the problem because I dared to expose it. Dylan, in his usual self-righteous tone, said, “Avery, be reasonable. I just made a mistake all good-hearted men are bound to make. Can’t you forgive me? You’re a woman too. Can’t you empathize with Lily’s pain?” Honestly, the first time I walked in on them, besides the anger and hatred, there was a sense of relief. Three years into our marriage, and he had used his “ED” as an excuse not to touch me. I thought I was being an “understanding” wife. When I saw him cheating, I was furious, but I also felt free. I wouldn’t have to keep pretending to be the dutiful wife who felt guilty for wanting a real man. “Go to hell with your ‘understanding.’ If you cared so much for Lily, why didn’t you marry her in the first place? It wasn’t me who begged you to marry me, was it? No, you chased me down, saying you couldn’t live without me.” Before he could respond, I added, “You want to sleep with your sister-in-law, but then you went and married me. What a joke.” Oh, he wanted to marry Lily, alright. But Lily didn’t want to leave Graham—he was still the better catch. Dylan only married me because he was getting too much pressure to settle down. After the wedding, he even told me he had ED to keep up his “purity.” There isn’t a more pathetic man on this planet. Furious, Dylan raised his hand to hit me. Smack! But the blow never landed. Graham stepped in, blocking him with his arm. Graham growled at him, “Dylan, you’re lucky you’re my brother. If anyone else dared to humiliate me like this, they’d be dead.” Dylan froze, then stammered, “Graham…” I seized the moment, slapping him again. “You disgusting piece of garbage. Just being near you makes me sick.” “And don’t worry. Not only is Graham divorcing Lily, but I’m divorcing you too. I’ll make sure you and your precious Lily are together forever in your twisted love story.” With that, I left, locking the door behind me. Whatever happened between Graham and Lily or how Dylan tried to fix things was no longer my concern. That night, Dylan banged on the door for ten minutes straight, but I didn’t open it. He only left after the neighbors came out and started yelling at him. The next day, though, I didn’t expect Lily’s mom to come storming into my office.
She stormed into my office, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Avery Harper, get out here! You homewrecker! You’re disgusting! You’re gonna pay for this!” Her voice echoed through the entire office. I calmly pulled out my phone, dialed Graham, and put it on speaker in my pocket. This mess was his family’s problem to deal with, after all. Lily’s mom, ever the drama queen, started her performance the moment she saw me. “Oh, Avery, you’re just jealous that my Lily is prettier than you. She’s got a better husband, a better life, and you can’t stand it. You just want to ruin her marriage! Where’s your boss? You should be fired, you filthy homewrecker.” Her whole speech about how I was jealous of her daughter’s perfect husband would’ve been funny if it weren’t for the fact that her “perfect” daughter was the one sleeping with mine. Seeing her slap her thigh and roll on the floor in hysterics was honestly nauseating. I didn’t realize Lily’s mom was this kind of woman. What a learning experience. I checked my phone. Graham had hung up, but I wasn’t worried. I turned on the camera function, recording her tantrum for future reference. Then, I turned to my coworkers, saying, “Sorry about this, everyone. I’ve run into some trouble, but could you all be witnesses? In case this lady claims I hurt her later.” Lily’s mom, clearly not expecting this, looked shocked. But she wasn’t someone who backed down easily. “Yes, everyone come and look! This is the woman who’s trying to ruin my daughter’s marriage.” Well, alright, Mrs. Carmichael. You asked for it. “If we’re going to do this, let’s talk about how I ruined your daughter’s marriage, shall we? Was it because I told your son-in-law that your daughter was cheating?” Lily’s mom shrieked, “No! That’s a lie! You’re just slandering her. How dare you break up a family? Why don’t you just die?” She came at me, trying to hit me. I quietly rolled up my sleeves, ready to teach her a lesson. But suddenly, a tall figure stepped between us, blocking her from me. Graham had arrived. He nodded at me before turning his fury on Lily’s mom. “Enough.” Lily’s mom slapped her thighs dramatically, screaming, “This is it! You’re all trying to kill me! Where’s the boss? I need someone to handle this!” Peeking around Graham’s shoulder, I said, “You really wanna keep this going? I’ve got some lovely bedroom photos of Lily and Dylan right here. I could show everyone, even your daughter’s coworkers. How about we take a look together?” Hearing this, Lily’s mom bolted out of the office faster than a rabbit. Guess her daughter told her about the divorce but left out the part about being caught cheating. Graham, watching his mother-in-law flee, muttered an apology. “I’ll handle my family from now on.” But clearly, his family had other plans.
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?”
I wasn’t about to let Dylan’s late-night door-knocking become a regular occurrence. After I got back to my house, I packed all my things, locked the door, and took the car keys with me. No way was Dylan going to keep driving around in my car while seeing Lily. I checked into The Lexington Hotel near my office and sent Graham a message: I’ve moved out. He replied almost instantly: Where to? I told him about the hotel. His next message was short: Stay safe. I was about to roll my eyes when another message came through: I’m on my way. Honestly, I was just updating him out of courtesy, but the fact that he was this concerned caught me a little off guard. Well, I figured it couldn’t hurt to have him over. We could plan our next moves together. While waiting for him, I called my lawyer friend, Megan, to get some advice. I needed to figure out how to ensure Dylan and Lily ended up walking away with nothing. Megan told me that since we co-owned the house, and the car was in my name, I should immediately file for an asset freeze with the court. She also suggested I dig into Dylan’s finances and demand he reimburse me for every penny he spent on Lily. Meanwhile, Lily’s mom kept babbling on about how I was jealous of her daughter. But deep down, she knew her son-in-law couldn’t hold a candle to Graham. Handsome, successful, and in great shape—Lily must’ve wanted both men in her life. I bet stealing my husband and watching him ignore me gave her some sick sense of power. Well, Graham was mine now. Step one of my revenge. After messaging Graham, I showered and wrapped myself up in a fluffy bathrobe, waiting for him. When he finally arrived, this man—so predictable—handed me his jacket and said, “It’s chilly. Don’t catch a cold.” I tossed the jacket aside and leaned against him, pressing my hand to his chest. Oh, hello—nice muscles. But Graham, ever the gentleman, just lifted me off him like I weighed nothing and set me aside. I felt a sting of embarrassment and snapped, “What’s the matter, Graham? Are you going to stay loyal to Lily now, too, like your brother?” Graham sighed and patted my head, like I was some misbehaving child. “Isn’t cheating wrong?” “Yes.” “And we’re still married, right?” “Yes. But I’m doing this for revenge! Why should I play by the rules when they haven’t?” Graham wrapped me up in a blanket like a burrito and said gently, “That’s the difference. They’re the bad guys, and you’re the good one. Avery Harper is the sweetest, most deserving woman in the world. So, if we’re going to be together, we’ll do it the right way.” I couldn’t help but laugh inside the blanket cocoon. Alright, fine. Maybe he did get to me.
Graham booked a room next to mine for the night. Over the next few days, he was busy pushing forward the divorce with Lily. Lily had run back to her parents’ house and wasn’t taking his calls. Graham went over to see her family once and handed over the divorce agreement. The deal? She wouldn’t get any of his assets. Lily’s mother lost it, screaming about how her daughter had given Graham the best years of her life, and now he wanted to throw her away with nothing. They refused to sign the papers and kicked him out. It didn’t matter, though. Graham filed for divorce through the courts, and it was in the hands of the lawyers now. I still couldn’t wrap my head around why Lily would let go of a man like Graham. At first, I had only been thinking about getting revenge on Dylan by cozying up to Graham. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized—this was the kind of man I wanted to marry for real. Tall, handsome, responsible… Graham wasn’t the uptight guy I thought he was either. He had this low-key, CEO vibe going on, and I was here for it. But, of course, some people just have to ruin a good thing. Lily sent me a taunting message on Instagram. “What kind of woman are you? Can’t even keep your own husband.” “Let me tell you something—Dylan and I were together before you even came along. You’re the side piece. He hates touching you. You’ll never compare to me.” “He says I’ll always be his only woman. You’re just a fool, destined to live as a widow.” “Why don’t you just die? You think you deserve any of the money? You don’t. No one will ever love you. You’ll never win.” She actually thought I was her competition. Seriously? She liked feeding on garbage, and she expected me to think it was gourmet? I rolled my eyes and sent her a thumbs up. Thanks for the additional evidence of Dylan’s affair. Lily didn’t stop there, though. Her next message read: “Dylan is in his prime. He’s a beast in bed. You’ll never know what that’s like.” I raised an eyebrow and nudged Graham, who was sitting next to me peeling an apple. “Well, looks like your wife thinks your brother’s better in bed than you.” Graham handed me the apple, staring at me for a moment before saying in a low voice, “She’s my ex-wife.” That dark, intense gaze made me pause. I just shrugged and said, “Ex-wife, then. No need to get all worked up.” Before I could fire off another reply to Lily, Graham took my phone away and, dead serious, said, “If you want to find out, you’ll have to marry me first.” I chomped down on the apple, pretending not to notice how my heart skipped a beat. Well, then. Looks like I’d need to hurry up and finalize that divorce.
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