Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 51

Loving The Rotten Brallier

Chapter 51 Pressure

WILLOW

I was back in my own house, feeling more like a stranger than when Kath was around.

I realized I had to be accustomed to living here, since it was my house after all, so I decorated as I saw fit.

I had been moving things around since I got home from the office. By the time I glanced at the clock, it was already seven in the evening.

I stood on a small ladder adjusting a painting when my phone rang.

I climbed down slowly, wiping my hands on a cloth before picking it up.

“Marcus.” I muttered, frowning slightly as I read his contact name.

For a second, I considered letting it ring until it stopped. However, it occurred to me quickly that he was still in possession of our divorce papers.

What if he had finally signed it?

With a sigh. I answered.

“What?” I said flatly.

There was a low chuckle on the other end. “You took long enough. Do you not want to get divorced?”

I rolled my eyes even though he could not see me. “Fuck off, Marcus.”

He laughed softly, amused rather than offended. “I didn’t know you were so feisty.”

“You should have been like this when we were together,” he added casually.

My grip tightened around the phone.

“We should not have been together in the first place,” I replied evenly.

There was a brief silence.

Then he cleared his throat lightly. “I will text you a location.“

“What are you blabbing about now?” I asked, irritation creeping into my tone

“Do you not want to get the divorce papers?” he asked smoothly.

My breath stifled.

“I do,” I said immediately.

“Then come,” he repliest “I have them with me.

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There was something in his tone that made me suspicious; however, my desire to get the papers triumphed over the suspicion.

“I will be there,” I said.

Without waiting for another word, I ended the call.

A second later, my phone buzzed,

He had sent a location.

It was a five–star hotel downtown, one of his family’s favorites.

I exhaled slowly and walked upstairs to my room.

Finished

I opened my closet and ran my fingers over the dresses. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but also wanted to wear something fit for the place.

In the end. I chose a fitted black dress that hugged my waist and fell elegantly just above my knees. It was sexy but not revealing–a classic.

I styled my hair simply and applied makeup that sharpened my features rather than softened them.

With that, I grabbed my bag and called a cab, waiting for it to arrive in the living room. I really needed to learn how to drive soon. Relying on other people for transportation felt like a weakness I could not afford forever.

When the cab arrived, I gave the driver the address and leaned back against the seat.

The city lights blurred past the window as my mind replayed old memories I did not ask for.

By the time we pulled up to the hotel, I had pushed those memories to the very back of my mind.

The lobby was grand and brightly lit, just as I remembered it. Conversations hummed softly around me as heels clicked against shiny surfaces.

I felt eyes on me as I walked toward the reception desk.

“Good evening,” the hostess greeted with a polite smile. “Reservation under?”

“Hale,” I said.

She glanced at the system and then back at me. “Your name?”

“Willow,” I replied simply.

She smiled and then pointed in the direction of the restaurant. “Right this way,”

She stepped out from behind the desk and guided me through the restaurant, past elegantly dressed couples and busmessmen mnd–conversation.

We stopped in front of a private room.

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She knocked softly before opening the door.

“Your guest has arrived.” she announced.

With that, I stepped inside, expecting only Marcus to be there.

I definitely did not expect the rest of them.

His father sat at the head of the table with a stern expression. His two sisters flanked him, both dressed impeccably, both wearing the same thin–lipped smiles they had worn the day I married into their family.

They were never fond of me, I knew that.

My brows furrowed before I could stop myself.

Then I saw Marcus.

He sat casually in his chair, one arm draped over the back, a folder placed in front of him on the table. Then, his mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smirk.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, but his smirk only grew wider.

At that moment, it was clear. I knew exactly what he was doing.

He was pressuring me.

He thought that by surrounding me with his family, by placing the divorce papers in front of witnesses. I would hesitate. He believed I would not dare take them in front of them, that pride or shame would silence me. Marcus had always used his family name at the most convenient and convienient times. So, I should have know better.

However, I wasn’t the same Willow who swallowed insults to keep the peace.

The hostess closed the door behind me.

“Well.” Marcus drawled, tapping the folder lightly. “My wife is here.”

Having him call me his wife sent a chill down my spine.

I remained standing for a moment, letting the silence stretch just enough to make them uncomfortable.

Then I walked toward the table.

“Good evening.” I said calmly, determined to end this despite what Marcus was doing.

If he wanted to play a game, then I would glady play with him. However, instead of falling into his trap, I’ll make sure to win this time.

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