One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Chase strode through the doors of the house, and came to a stop when he saw his father standing in the middle of the large lobby, right before the stairs.

He already knew the reason why he called him here from the office, but he still asked, “Why did you call me down here, dad?”

Richard turned around immediately he heard Chase’s voice. His face was red with the uncontrollable anger he had been holding in while he waited for Chase to arrive. “Selene told me you’re filing for a divorce. What is that supposed to mean?!”

Chase stared at his dad dead in the eye, and replied quietly. “It means I want to end the marriage.”

“Don’t you get cheeky with me, Chase!” Richard exploded. “You are not ending your marriage with Selene! Never! Why would you want to do that? What is your problem, Chase?!”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Richard’s voice echoed through the walls, rising further with each word he yelled.

Chase found himself growing pissed off as well. What gave his father the right to forbid him from getting a divorce?

“I don’t want to be with Selene.” He said. “I don’t need her. We don’t need the Hamilton family. There is no reason to keep this marriage going.”

Richard could not believe a word he was hearing. “What?! Who says you do not need Selene! She is the perfect wife for you! A woman of high class, who understands the world of business.” He took a step forward. “She showed me her fertility tests results and they were all excellent! Yet, you both have not had a child. And now you’re talking about a divorce?! Is there something medically wrong with you, Chase?”

Chase’s fists clenched in anger. “I’m fine. I do not need the Hamiltons. They are the ones who need me. If Selene’s family was not going bankrupt, this marriage would never have existed. I’m going ahead with the divorce, dad, it’s my decision.”

“You will nothing of the sort!” Richard flung his arm sideways angrily. “Not on my watch, you hear me?! I used to trust your judgement the most, Chase, but you are clearly going the wrong way! What is this?”

Chase’s eyes narrowed. “I am going the wrong way? It is my judgement that made the Axford stock price rise by 27% since I stepped into power. I do not need your permission, father.”

Richard was stunned by Chase’s audacity to defy him. He had always known Chase was a tough nut to crack, but he had never seen him this hell-bent on something.

“Go ahead with the divorce, Chase, and try me!” Richard thundered. “Be ready to deal with the consequences that would follow your rash, and egotistical decisions!”

“Is that a threat?”

Chase words were only making Richard grow angrier. “Yes! I will do everything in my power to stop that divorce from happening! Any effect your bullheadedness has on my health will be entirely your fault!”

There it is again.

Guilt-tripping. Chase knew his father loved to use his health as a way to make people do his bidding. But it would never work this time.

“You made me get into this marriage in the first place.” Chase snapped. “But you can never make me stay in it. I will settle Selene according to the marriage contract, and cut off all ties with her.”

Selene had done the worst thing he could take. He had known of her infidelity, and did not care about it, because he was not exactly innocent as well.

But he had recently discovered that she was sleeping around with even Jeffrey, his goddamn brother. It did not end there, but even with all his business associates and clients. Selene was having sex with them all, shamelessly.

She was probably doing it to spite him, or not, but Chase was past caring at this point. He was enraged, and his decision to divorce her was immovable.

“Look at your brother! He divorced his wife just a few years ago!” Richard roared. “I believed you were the more responsible one, only for you to give your wife a divorce letter now all of a sudden?! What would the world say about the Axfords! I will not let you ruin our reputation with your immaturity!”

“My immaturity?” Chase asked, steaming with anger. “If you are mad at Jeffery for getting divorced, go confront him. I don’t have to pay for his actions, so don’t vent your anger on me. I’m leaving.”

He turned around and stormed out of the house, boiling over his father’s harsh words.

“Chase!” Richard yelled after him, but he did not turn back. “Don’t you dare go ahead with that divorce! Selene will remain your wife, and that is final!”

Chase blocked out his words and moved down the stairs leading up to the house. Something about this entire exchange with his father made him so enraged, that he could not drive back to the office in this state.

So he moved along the side of the house, trying to walk his anger off. In a moment, he spotted a door at the side of the building, which was slightly open.

He paused, wondering how he had never noticed this door before.

He walked closer to it, pushed it open and peered inside.

It was a small storeroom covered in layers of dust, and a few cobwebs around the corners. Why would Eleanor leave a room in her mansion this dirty?

He stepped in and gazed around at the small tables, and other furniture lying around the place. At first glance, some looked broken and damaged, but on a closer observation, he saw that they were merely unfinished.

He crouched down to inspect one of the small tables, when the outline of something under the dust caught his attention. He reached out and brushed the dust off, to see the initials M. T carved in a pretty design in the wood surface.

He knew who that was immediately.

Mackenzie. This was hers. He looked over a few more of the furniture, and realized that they all had her signature on them.

Seeing it hurt him. She had disappeared, and didn’t even look back. It felt like he was the one who didn’t forget what had happened between them.

He still wanted to meet her again. Initially, he had fought his desire to see her, think of her, or go look for her. Buried himself in work for the past four years but nothing could erase her from his mind.

He looked back at her abandoned creations for the last time, before he straightened up to his full height. The door was suddenly flung open behind him, and it was a couple of men in matching overalls.

“Who are you?” Chase asked.

“Hello sir. We are here to clear up this storeroom.” One of the answered politely. “Please excuse us.”