All Chapters of Married to My Brother’s Best friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Clark!” I call out, pushing the door open as I step into our room. My eyes widen in shock as my brain struggles to register the sight before me. There stands Alice, clad in a very revealing transparent nightgown, her figure accentuated by the dim light, while Clark looks utterly horrified, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion.“Lara,” she stammers, quickly picking up her robe from the bed and wrapping it tightly around herself, the fabric barely concealing her embarrassment. “Hi,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, feeling a whirlwind of emotions surge through me—anger, betrayal, and an unsettling curiosity. “It’s not what you think,” she insists, her voice shaky as she takes a few tentative steps toward me, stopping just a few meters away. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel my heart racing as I try to make sense of this unexpected confrontation.I smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside me. “I’m not sure I want to hear it, but why don’t you go ahead?

Quietly shutting the door behind me, I make my way upstairs to my room, each step echoing in the stillness of the house. Once I’m inside, I close the door firmly, ensuring that I have a moment of privacy to search for the phone. I spend a good ten minutes rummaging through every drawer and flipping over cushions, my heart sinking with each fruitless attempt. Just when I’m about to give up hope, my eyes catch a glimpse of something sticking out from under the bed. My curiosity piqued, I drop to my knees and fall to the floor, my heart racing as I reach out to check it out. It turns out to be Alice's phone, and from my position on the floor, it seems to have fallen out of her hands—probably startled by my sudden presence in the room, I presume. A mix of disbelief and intrigue washes over me as I clutch the device, realizing how close I am to uncovering something significant.Wasting no time, I switch on the phone, my heart pounding with anticipation. To my surprise, the screen lights

“Oh, I’d love to show you, but I don’t have my phone here,” Alice replies, a look of annoyance creeping across her face, as if my request is an inconvenience she didn’t anticipate. I nod, playing along with her charade, “That’s too bad; maybe you can show me later,” I state, keeping my voice steady despite the tension in the air. “But in the meantime, can you explain what you were doing in my marital room half-naked?” I ask, my voice rising, the anger evident in my tone as it cuts through the facade she’s trying to maintain. The question hangs between us like a storm cloud, charged with unspoken accusations and the weight of betrayal. Her expression shifts, and I can see the gears turning in her mind as she struggles to concoct a response that might salvage her dignity in this precarious moment.“Don’t play with me, Alice. You don’t want to see me angry. What were you doing in my room? I need answers right now,” I demand, my voice steady but laced with an edge that makes it clear I

“Are you alright?” Clark asks, his voice low and filled with concern as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to steady my trembling frame. I shake my head, the movement almost frantic, as I cling to him as if he were my lifeline in a stormy sea. “I can’t believe that Alice would do this to me,” I sob into his chest, my words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his embrace offers a small comfort, but the betrayal feels like a knife twisting in my gut. Each sob that escapes me is laced with disbelief and hurt, and I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. “I thought she was somewhat a friend,” I continue, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. “How could she turn against me like this?” Clark tightens his hold, his fingers gently stroking my back in a soothing rhythm. “You’re not alone in this,” he reassures me, his voice steady and calm. “We’ll figure it out together.” I shake my head, tears strolling down my cheek, “it

In all honesty, as much as I’d like to see them pay for their deeds, I also want to limit my contact with them. The thought of raising a court case sends a wave of anxiety through me. It would mean facing them repeatedly, as often as the court requires, and that’s something I dread. I can already imagine the tension in the air, the way my stomach would knot at the mere sight of them. Plus, I can’t ignore the fact that it would lead to negative publicity for my company, and I simply don’t have the energy for that kind of stress right now.He nods, “Yeah, first thing tomorrow I’m going to get on a call with my lawyers to discuss the case with them. They have to pay for messing with us, with you most especially,” he states, his voice firm and unwavering.My eyes soften at his words, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for him. It’s a warmth that spreads through me, reminding me just how fortunate I am to have someone like him in my corner. I’m sure Clark has a lot on his plate,