Lily’s Point of ViewAs my eyes opened the next morning, my mind was quiet for a few seconds. I wasn’t thinking about anything. Then, Simon popped into my thoughts. No way! I thought a night of sex with Thomas would kick him out of my mind, but here he was, still at the center of it. Last night with Thomas had been good. But with Simon, it felt better. For God’s sake, you’re married to Tom now, Lily. You have to get Simon out of your head. There was no point in comparing two brothers; that was borderline crazy. They were two different men, and they thought differently. After sex with Simon, he would look me in the eye, tell me how much he loved me, and let me rest my head on his chest while we talked until we fell asleep. Last night with Thomas was… good, but it felt wrong, like I was betraying Simon. After Tom came, he climbed off me and landed on the bed. He exhaled with satisfaction and said, “You were worth the wait.” He tapped my shoulder and turned his back to me, ready to sleep
Simon’s Point of View“Lily, is he awake?” I asked anxiously, moving closer to her. It seemed like she was talking to Geoffrey, but from where I stood, I couldn't see his face. I wasn’t sure if she was actually speaking to him. There was a trace of fear in her eyes. When I looked at my father’s face, he still seemed unconscious. “Lily, what happened? Is he okay?”“I believe so,” she said quietly, glancing back at him.“Did he wake up, even just for a little while?” I pressed, hoping for some good news.“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, and my gaze dropped, disappointed, before I looked back at her.“Thank you for being here,” I smiled softly. “I appreciate it.”“You’re welcome. He’s my father-in-law now. So, I do care about him.”“Twice,” I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.“What?” she looked puzzled, unsure of what I meant.“You married me and then Tom, that makes him your father-in-law twice over,” I chuckled lightly.She looked pale, turning back to Geoffrey as
Lily’s Point of ViewI had been doing my best to avoid Simon as the days passed. It was hard, but I didn’t see any other way. Every time I looked at him, I felt a wave of anger wash over me. His girlfriend, Angelina, had been visiting regularly, and they seemed to enjoy each other's company a lot. At least, that's what I noticed during dinner. I tried to avoid Simon’s gaze, but I couldn’t stop myself from seeing them out of the corner of my eye. Her hands were always unnecessarily glued to his arm, and I couldn’t help but feel like she was doing it on purpose to make me jealous. But then again, how could she know about Simon and me? There’s no way he’d have told her, right? Still, her hands remained on him, and I began to wonder if he was playing both of us. I couldn’t deny it—Simon and Angelina looked happy together. Maybe Angelina more than Simon, but they still looked good together. Watching them made me sick to my stomach. I had to find a way to get back at him. There was no way
Lily’s Point of ViewDays turned to weeks, and my torment continued. Living in the same house with both my husbands and my unbearable mother-in-law was draining. I tossed and turned on my bed, a frown settled on my face. Staying home wasn’t helping me get over Simon. Seeing him at breakfast or dinner was already hard enough, but watching him with Angelina was worse.Was he telling her the same things he used to tell me?Was he sleeping with her? I couldn’t blame him if he was. After all, I’d married Tom, and he had a demanding need for sex. I’d been trying so hard to make my marriage with Tom work, and if intimacy was the way to hold onto my husband—well, my second husband—I had to do it. I couldn’t let this marriage fail, not with Simon looming in the background, ready to say “I told you so.”Jeez, I’m definitely going to lose it. I’ve been with two brothers. Sure, Simon and I hadn’t been together since I married Tom, but that didn’t make it sound any less insane. How did I end up he
Simon’s Point of ViewI slammed the door shut, leaning against it as I ran my fingers through my hair. Each step I took felt harder than the last, like a heavy weight dragging me down. I turned, devastated, running my hand through my hair again. Anger built inside me like a wave I couldn’t stop. I was furious.“Are you okay, Mr. Simon?” Amelia’s voice broke through the fog in my head.I turned to face her. “No,” I snapped and started walking away. She called after me, asking if I needed anything, but I waved her off. I needed to get out of here.This was madness. How had things gotten this far? My brother and I were caught up in the same mess with the same woman. I knew Tom and Lily were sleeping together—it was expected, they were married—but seeing it right in front of me? That was something else. It was like a punch to the gut.But the worst part? Tom had wanted me to see it. He sent that message, inviting me to his office, knowing what I’d walk in on. And like a fool, I went. I op
Simon’s Point of ViewI gaped at her, wondering how she was going to take it. She was silent for a brief second, like she froze.“A divorce!” Lily repeated, her eyes wide with shock.“I don’t see another way out of this, Lily.”“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” she started, and I looked at her, confused about where this was going. “Angelina,” she added. “She’s the reason you want a divorce, isn’t she?” She glared at me.“Lily, are you kidding me right now? No, I want a divorce because I saw you sleeping with my brother in his office.”She fell silent. She looked away, clearly embarrassed. Then, she looked back at me. “You’re not my favorite person, Simon, but I didn’t mean for you to see that.”“But I did, and I can’t get it out of my head.” How could I? That image was living rent-free in my mind, and I had no clue how to get rid of it.“Just like I can’t stop thinking about you and Angelina. How long have you been seeing her, huh?” she snapped back.“Lily, we can’t just ignore this an
Simon’s Point of ViewI got in the driver's seat without answering, slamming the door harder than I intended. Malcolm watched me for a second before getting in the passenger seat. I started the engine, and we began driving toward the safe house I had set up for Miranda. The tension in the car grew with the silence between us.“Talk to me, man. What’s got you this twisted up?” Malcolm broke the silence, clearly concerned.I stared straight ahead, too focused on the road, trying to piece together the right words. One of my hands ran through my hair absentmindedly, a habit I found myself doing frequently in the midst of all this chaos. Finally, I exhaled.“I need to tell her,” I said, my voice quieter than I had planned.Malcolm raised an eyebrow, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road. “Tell who? What?”“Lily.” Saying her name out loud made me realize I had already said too much, but it was too late to take it back. I could see Malcolm’s mind working, putting all the pie
Simon’s Point of ViewMalcolm and I got back in the car and continued the drive to see Miranda. The tension between us was high, like a wall neither of us was willing to break down. He avoided my gaze the entire ride, clearly still upset. I knew why. Malcolm only wanted one thing—justice for Simone—and he was ready to sacrifice anything for it. As I thought about it, I realized I’d never seen Malcolm with a woman or even heard him mention one. No wonder he was so mad. He probably thought my feelings for Lily would ruin everything. His hatred for Jessica ran deep after what she did to Simone, and it seemed like he extended that distrust to all women. He should take his own advice from earlier and live a little.When we arrived, I parked the car, and we got out. I walked up to the door and knocked. It took a moment before Miranda opened it, her face lighting up when she saw me.“Hi, Mr. Simon,” she said with a bright smile.“Hello, Miranda,” I replied warmly as I stepped inside, with M
Thomas’ Point of ViewSimon drove us back home while my driver followed closely behind. I’d been drinking a lot—wasn’t drunk yet, but I was definitely on the verge. Simon, on the other hand, was more sober than I was. At least we’d cleared the air, so things wouldn’t be awkward between us. I was used to the chaos, but awkwardness between us was unfamiliar. I could tell Simon was still furious from seeing Lily and me together in the office. But was that anger because he thought I’d crossed a line, or was it because he was jealous?He’d probably been fantasizing about my wife, but I was smart enough to marry her before he could make a move. I gave him a subtle warning; that should be enough to make him back off.I got out of the car and headed inside the mansion. I didn’t bother looking back to see if Simon was following me—I was too lost in my own thoughts. I walked up the stairs until I reached my room. My hand swung the door open, and I stepped inside.There was Lily, her slender fig
Simon’s Point of View I stared at him, fighting the urge to punch him now that he was right in front of me. That sly smile of his, the arrogant prick. Maybe I shouldn’t have come after all. Our eyes locked with a fierce intensity.“I wasn’t sure I’d make it either,” I managed to say, my face hardening as I glared at him.“Don’t look so angry, Simon. Brothers can hang out.”I stared in disbelief. Was he trying to patronize me? “Why did you invite me here?” I went straight to the point. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my directness.“I see. Being straight to the point, are we, older brother?” he teased with that infuriating smile, but I could see right through him—and he knew it.I stayed quiet, leaning back in my chair, waiting for him to tell me why we were really here. I had said I would get closer to Tom, but that didn’t change the fact that I was angry—no, I was beyond that. For the first time, I felt something deeper, darker. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was more than t
Simon’s Point of ViewMalcolm and I got back in the car and continued the drive to see Miranda. The tension between us was high, like a wall neither of us was willing to break down. He avoided my gaze the entire ride, clearly still upset. I knew why. Malcolm only wanted one thing—justice for Simone—and he was ready to sacrifice anything for it. As I thought about it, I realized I’d never seen Malcolm with a woman or even heard him mention one. No wonder he was so mad. He probably thought my feelings for Lily would ruin everything. His hatred for Jessica ran deep after what she did to Simone, and it seemed like he extended that distrust to all women. He should take his own advice from earlier and live a little.When we arrived, I parked the car, and we got out. I walked up to the door and knocked. It took a moment before Miranda opened it, her face lighting up when she saw me.“Hi, Mr. Simon,” she said with a bright smile.“Hello, Miranda,” I replied warmly as I stepped inside, with M
Simon’s Point of ViewI got in the driver's seat without answering, slamming the door harder than I intended. Malcolm watched me for a second before getting in the passenger seat. I started the engine, and we began driving toward the safe house I had set up for Miranda. The tension in the car grew with the silence between us.“Talk to me, man. What’s got you this twisted up?” Malcolm broke the silence, clearly concerned.I stared straight ahead, too focused on the road, trying to piece together the right words. One of my hands ran through my hair absentmindedly, a habit I found myself doing frequently in the midst of all this chaos. Finally, I exhaled.“I need to tell her,” I said, my voice quieter than I had planned.Malcolm raised an eyebrow, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road. “Tell who? What?”“Lily.” Saying her name out loud made me realize I had already said too much, but it was too late to take it back. I could see Malcolm’s mind working, putting all the pie
Simon’s Point of ViewI gaped at her, wondering how she was going to take it. She was silent for a brief second, like she froze.“A divorce!” Lily repeated, her eyes wide with shock.“I don’t see another way out of this, Lily.”“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” she started, and I looked at her, confused about where this was going. “Angelina,” she added. “She’s the reason you want a divorce, isn’t she?” She glared at me.“Lily, are you kidding me right now? No, I want a divorce because I saw you sleeping with my brother in his office.”She fell silent. She looked away, clearly embarrassed. Then, she looked back at me. “You’re not my favorite person, Simon, but I didn’t mean for you to see that.”“But I did, and I can’t get it out of my head.” How could I? That image was living rent-free in my mind, and I had no clue how to get rid of it.“Just like I can’t stop thinking about you and Angelina. How long have you been seeing her, huh?” she snapped back.“Lily, we can’t just ignore this an
Simon’s Point of ViewI slammed the door shut, leaning against it as I ran my fingers through my hair. Each step I took felt harder than the last, like a heavy weight dragging me down. I turned, devastated, running my hand through my hair again. Anger built inside me like a wave I couldn’t stop. I was furious.“Are you okay, Mr. Simon?” Amelia’s voice broke through the fog in my head.I turned to face her. “No,” I snapped and started walking away. She called after me, asking if I needed anything, but I waved her off. I needed to get out of here.This was madness. How had things gotten this far? My brother and I were caught up in the same mess with the same woman. I knew Tom and Lily were sleeping together—it was expected, they were married—but seeing it right in front of me? That was something else. It was like a punch to the gut.But the worst part? Tom had wanted me to see it. He sent that message, inviting me to his office, knowing what I’d walk in on. And like a fool, I went. I op
Lily’s Point of ViewDays turned to weeks, and my torment continued. Living in the same house with both my husbands and my unbearable mother-in-law was draining. I tossed and turned on my bed, a frown settled on my face. Staying home wasn’t helping me get over Simon. Seeing him at breakfast or dinner was already hard enough, but watching him with Angelina was worse.Was he telling her the same things he used to tell me?Was he sleeping with her? I couldn’t blame him if he was. After all, I’d married Tom, and he had a demanding need for sex. I’d been trying so hard to make my marriage with Tom work, and if intimacy was the way to hold onto my husband—well, my second husband—I had to do it. I couldn’t let this marriage fail, not with Simon looming in the background, ready to say “I told you so.”Jeez, I’m definitely going to lose it. I’ve been with two brothers. Sure, Simon and I hadn’t been together since I married Tom, but that didn’t make it sound any less insane. How did I end up he
Lily’s Point of ViewI had been doing my best to avoid Simon as the days passed. It was hard, but I didn’t see any other way. Every time I looked at him, I felt a wave of anger wash over me. His girlfriend, Angelina, had been visiting regularly, and they seemed to enjoy each other's company a lot. At least, that's what I noticed during dinner. I tried to avoid Simon’s gaze, but I couldn’t stop myself from seeing them out of the corner of my eye. Her hands were always unnecessarily glued to his arm, and I couldn’t help but feel like she was doing it on purpose to make me jealous. But then again, how could she know about Simon and me? There’s no way he’d have told her, right? Still, her hands remained on him, and I began to wonder if he was playing both of us. I couldn’t deny it—Simon and Angelina looked happy together. Maybe Angelina more than Simon, but they still looked good together. Watching them made me sick to my stomach. I had to find a way to get back at him. There was no way
Simon’s Point of View“Lily, is he awake?” I asked anxiously, moving closer to her. It seemed like she was talking to Geoffrey, but from where I stood, I couldn't see his face. I wasn’t sure if she was actually speaking to him. There was a trace of fear in her eyes. When I looked at my father’s face, he still seemed unconscious. “Lily, what happened? Is he okay?”“I believe so,” she said quietly, glancing back at him.“Did he wake up, even just for a little while?” I pressed, hoping for some good news.“I’m sorry,” she shook her head, and my gaze dropped, disappointed, before I looked back at her.“Thank you for being here,” I smiled softly. “I appreciate it.”“You’re welcome. He’s my father-in-law now. So, I do care about him.”“Twice,” I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.“What?” she looked puzzled, unsure of what I meant.“You married me and then Tom, that makes him your father-in-law twice over,” I chuckled lightly.She looked pale, turning back to Geoffrey as