The Brother's Vow​​

Summary

My fiancé left me for his childhood sweetheart at the altar. That night, I drank myself into oblivion.

The next morning, I woke up in bed with his older brother.

Flushed with shame, I scrambled into my clothes.

“This was a mistake,” I stammered. “You don’t owe me anything.”

But Eric stared at me, eyes red-rimmed.

“Lily,” he whispered hoarsely, “what does he have that I don’t? Why won’t you look at me?”

Something shifted in me. That day, we married at the courthouse.

For five years, Eric treated me like a queen. Everyone said he’d loved me for ages, and I believed it.