Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 65

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My husband transferred my private winery into his “girl bestie’s” name.

I moved fast-sold it, transferred the deed. Done.

When Zander Caldwell found out, he acted like I’d lost my mind over nothing.

“She was just putting her name on it temporarily, to trick the bank for a loan…”

I waved him off. “My winery is mine. The second someone else’s name goes on it, it’s contaminated.”

“I don’t do contaminated.”

Zander stared at me, saying nothing.

On our anniversary, Zander drugged my drink and dumped me in a swamp.

From his helicopter, he watched my feet sink slowly into the muck.

“Wasn’t purity your whole thing? How about this swamp mud-contaminated enough for you? Think it’ll cure that obsession you have with people contaminating your things?”

He live-streamed my humiliation on the dark web, watching me covered in filth, thrashing in the bog.

I just grabbed the camera tied to some reeds and snapped:

“Fun’s over, asshole. Get your ass down here and pull me out-NOW.”

Silence. For two seconds.

Then shrill laughter exploded from the helicopter.

“Dude, Zander, your training sucks. She’s literally turning into a mud monster and she’s still yelling at you. That’s hilarious.”

“Maybe just give in and fish her out?”

Zander’s fingers tightened around his wine glass.

He ignored the co-pilot’s teasing, leaning toward the window, his gaze raking over my mud caked body.

“Give in? Lyra, remember what you always say? ‘I don’t touch dirty things’-you taught me that.”

“Right now you’re covered head to toe in mud-a hundred times dirtier than that winery sign. Why the hell would I pull you out?”

A dozen cameras ringed the swamp.

A huge projection screen split into grids displayed my misery from every angle.

[Holy crap! This Zander guy is ruthless. Is that really his wife?]

[Sounds like wifey’s got a cleanliness thing. Nice. Fighting fire with fire.]

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[People with germaphobia are the worst. Acting like they’re too good for everyone.]

[Wow, the negativity above is wild. Can’t you see she’s about to cry?]

I felt sick.

The mud had reached my thighs, cold slime worming through my pores into my bones.

Even my heart felt frozen.

All this because I sold the winery? Seriously?

Back when I wanted to help Zander without pressure, I told him my family had fallen on hard times and the winery was all I had left.

I let him use it to secure a bank loan, told him to pay me back double once he got back on his feet.

And this is what I got for refusing to hand over my property to some random chick.

From the helicopter, Zander sneered down at me:

“You think I’m doing this because you wouldn’t give the winery to Clover Ashby?”

“Wrong. It’s because you’re a gold digger. You saw I had potential and latched onto me early with that winery.”

“But the second Clover wanted to use it, you sold it off. Afraid you’d lose money, right? So here’s the deal-give Clover the money from the sale,

and I’ll let you go.”

My mind went blank. This is what he thinks of me?

The comment feed went crazy.

[Oh, so that’s what happened. Yeah, this woman sounds petty as hell.]

[Right? I heard this Clover girl is Zander’s close friend. If she’d just helped her, none of this would’ve happened.]

[What goes around comes around. She deserves it.]

The malice on the dark web was suffocating.

Then Clover’s voice chimed in, perfectly timed.

“Zander, I get why Lyra looks down on me. She’s got good taste-she saw your brilliance from the start.”

Zander didn’t bother hiding his admiration for Clover.

“Clover’s been busting her ass running all over for her family’s business. Unlike certain people who coast on inherited wealth and leech off

others.”

Running all over? You mean running in and out of his office?

Zander had praised Clover’s “competence” to me more than once.

I’d pulled up documents full of her mistakes.

Zander had blown up at me instead, picking apart everything I did.

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“Lyra, you’re not just useless-you’re petty and jealous.”

He didn’t even glance at the errors I’d pointed out.

They were always “discussing business” in his study.

He knew I had a thing about cleanliness.

I don’t like Clover. You can meet at the office, but don’t bring her into our home.

After she started going in there, I never set foot in that room again.

I dragged myself through the mud, my lips barely moving as I stared into the camera.

“Zander Caldwell, you’re disgusting. You’ve been dirty all along.”

“I don’t do dirty. Let’s get a divorce.”

The dark web loved the drama. Comments flooded in.

[Zander, she’s calling you dirty and wants a divorce.]

Zander looked at me on the screen, momentarily thrown.

Clover fanned the flames, shaking her head with fake concern.

“Divorce? I doubt Lyra could give that up. After all, she worked so hard to land this lifestyle.”

Zander let out a cold laugh, annoyed at himself for being fooled.

“Lyra, you’ve got nothing left. You want a divorce to take half my money? You’ll walk away with nothing!”

Then he barked at the pilot.

“Drop lower! Since she thinks I’m so dirty, let’s make her filthier!”

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