All Chapters of WARMING THE BED OF MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Perhaps I would’ve been in less pain if I were to have confessed to my sister about everything. Even though I kept reconsidering it repeatedly, I couldn’t find the courage to put my thoughts into action. I wasn’t ready to face the heartbreak and scrutiny that would follow the revelation.Having realized how I was the other woman in my sister's marriage, I was anything but keen on having my breakfast. Keeping, thus, my head down, I appeared unmotivated as I walked out of my room and descended the stairs to reach the dining hall. There, I found my parents having their breakfast with the very person I’d kill to avoid, my older sister. She jumped out of her chair to see me and spread her arms while approaching me.My heart wreaked havoc in my chest, because of my conscience. I knew I had done an injustice to her by sleeping with her husband. The guilt, therefore, made it excruciating to accept her tender embrace. Nonetheless, I did it to avoid raising any suspicions.As soon as we separate

“Where did Noah get these pictures of me hugging Seth?” I wondered, speculating if Noah had paid somebody to spy on me. “Is it possible that I am still being followed behind by that person?”Cautious of being caught in another strange exchange with Seth, I shook his hand before bidding him goodbye. Since I felt that I could’ve been getting trailed by somebody, I didn’t want to give them more opportunities to tarnish my relationship with my best friend in front of Noah.“Is everything alright? Why do you seem to be in a hurry to get rid of me?” asked a confused Seth, unwilling to let go of my hand.Forcing a smile on my face, I lied, “It’s nothing. Since it’s really warm outside, I want to hurry inside the campus.”“Your first class is about to start in five minutes, so that would be the most ideal thing to do,” responded Seth with a smile, being gentle as usual.After that, we went in opposite directions. I exerted a breath of relief, hoping the person who had been spying on me wouldn’

I would’ve most definitely lied if I would’ve said I was prepared to succumb. Even when there seemed no visible escape, I still wanted to escape him. The pain of regret is way sharper than the joy of receiving caresses and comforts. What I had done at my sister’s wedding made it cumbersome to retire in Noah’s arms.“What do you think would happen even if you were to resist me today?” asked Noah, unwilling to recognize that he was in the wrong. “It still wouldn’t change the fact that you had sex with me on the day of your sister’s wedding.”“It would stop me from making the same mistakes again,” I said, adamant about wanting to be left alone. “If you don’t leave this bed soon, I will start screaming.”“Do whatever you like,” challenged Noah, displeased with my behaviour. “It’s an abandoned town on the outskirts of Stanford. There’s nobody here to heed to your distressful shrieks.”Since I didn’t think it was the smartest idea to rely on Noah’s words, I began screaming for my life, only

“Where did that man that loved me go?” I questioned, lying beneath Noah.With undeniable seriousness, he replied, “You killed him.”“I never did anything to hurt you. You chose to place your faith in bogus evidence that was delivered from a suspicious source,” I denied all charges of being responsible for our fall-out.Grabbing my jaw, he asked me, “What proof do you have to discredit the pictures that I had received in which you were clearly lying naked beside a man?”“I have none but my word for it,” I responded, staring him in the eyes. “Since you are aware of how much I’ve always loved you, you must know better than to accuse me of something that I could never do to you.”Shaking his head in disbelief, the man further asked, “You want me to take your word against concrete proof of a photograph? How foolish do you think I am?”Before I could put forward any more arguments, his phone began ringing. I thought he would finally go away to answer it. The man, however, didn’t leave my sid

“You’ve barely eaten anything,” pointed out Seth, as he settled beside me with a bottle of red vine.“I guess I don’t have an appetite,” I answered, struggling to calm myself, as I was still too much involved in recalling what I had undergone during my stay at Noah’s place.Gently, Seth patted the back of my hand and asked me, “What is it that’s troubling you enough to steal your hunger from you?”Before I spoke anything, my eyes brimmed with tears. Since I was certain to have an emotional breakdown while talking about the cause of my distress, I took a deep breath and decided to alter the subject of our conversation instead.“It has certainly been getting hotter, hasn’t it?” I asked, holding back my tears while forcing a smile. “I guess the weather should be held responsible for my lack of hunger.”Seth had been looking into my eyes since the beginning of our conversation. I, therefore, failed to convince him that I was doing alright. If anything, he grew more concerned and grabbed me