Betrayed,i Married His Brother

Eliara's POV

The morning sun spilled across the hardwood floors like liquid gold, but there was no warmth in it for me. I stood outside Alexander's penthouse, my fingers trembling as they hovered above the keypad. Seven years. Seven years of shared promises, whispered dreams, and the illusion of......forever and yet, here I was, doubting every moment.

My heart pounded against my ribs like a warning drum. I pressed the code. The door unlocked with a soft beep. It swung open, and I stepped into silence.

The apartment was pristine, as always. Immaculate surfaces, designer furnishings the cold perfection of a man who prized appearances above all. My gaze swept the space, searching for proof of my paranoia… or confirmation of the truth I already feared.

And there it was.

A pair of earrings, diamond studs, resting on the glass coffee table. They sparkled in the morning light, delicate and feminine but not mine, i hadn’t worn earrings in weeks.

Next to them is an open condom wrapper peeking out from the pocket of Alexander’s discarded blazer.

A cold shiver slid down my spine.

My breath came in shallow gasps as I walked farther in. The apartment reeked of his cologne, layered with something else, something floral and saccharine.

Lipstick-stained wine glasses sat abandoned on the kitchen counter.

I clutched the back of a leather chair, my knees threatening to buckle.

He lied to me, again, when he said he was working late, when he said he was tired, when he said I was the only one......WHITE LIES.

The sound of the elevator doors opening startled me. I turned, heart hammering, just as Alexander stepped into the apartment, his phone pressed to his ear. He was laughing and definitely with her.

He froze when he saw me, the smile dying on his lips. “Eliara?”

I straightened, clutching my pain like armor. “You didn’t answer your phone.”

“I was....” he looked away, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Busy.”

“Busy?” My voice broke on the word. “Too busy to return your fiancée’s calls? Too busy to tell me you’ve been fucking someone else?”

His jaw clenched. “You don’t understand....”

“No, No, I do.” I walked over to the coffee table and picked up the earrings, dangling them between us. “These belong to Serena, don’t they?”

He said nothing.

I threw them at his chest. “Say something, Alexander! Lie to me again! Tell me I’m imagining it! Tell me the picture was fake!”

He didn’t flinch. Just looked at me with that infuriating calm, like I was a child throwing a tantrum.

“You’re overreacting.”

My mouth dropped open. “Overreacting?” that bastard didn't just say am overreacting. I facepalm myself, hands akimbo.

He stepped closer, his expression softening in a way that made my stomach churn. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?” I demanded.

His voice dropped, almost tender. “It was a mistake.”

That word, a mistake? Like she meant nothing not her me, like I meant nothing, like a two year old on diapers.

My voice shook with rage. “You’ve been cheating on me with my adoptive sister. The girl who reappeared after years of being gone, you didn't just betray me, Alexander, you literally replaced me.”

He looked away, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “She didn’t mean to....”

“Do you dare defend her in my presence!!” I snapped. “You think I don’t know what this is? She’s your shiny new toy. She’s the biological daughter, the golden girl. She waltzes back into the family, and suddenly I’m forgotten.”

“Eliara....”

“No!” I stepped back, tears blurring my vision. “I gave you everything, my time, my heart, my soul but what did you do? You threw it away just for her.”

He sighed, like I was exhausting him. “You’re being dramatic.”

That was the final nail.

I stared at him, the man I once thought I’d spend forever with, and felt nothing but disgust. The mask had finally slipped. He wasn’t the man I loved. Maybe he never was.

“Do you love her?” I whispered.

He hesitated.

Then, “I don’t know.”

Silence stretched between us like a blade.

“Get out,” I said, barely above a whisper.

He blinked. “This is my apartment.....”

“Then I’ll leave.”

I walked past him, my chest burning with every step.

“I’ll come by later” he said quietly. “We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”

I stopped at the door, turning back one last time.

“There’s nothing left to talk about, Alexander. You didn’t just cheat on me. You killed everything we were.”

I left before he could respond, the door slamming behind me with a finality that echoed in my soul.

Naomi was waiting for me downstairs in her car, engine running, brows furrowed with worry. I slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

She took one look at my face and said, “You saw it?”

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from breaking.

“I swear,” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel, “I’m going to skin him alive.”

I stared out the window, letting the city blur around me.

“Where to?” she asked gently.

“Anywhere but not here.”

She drove us without a second thought.

Silence stretched between us, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that understood. That held space for grief.

“Why her?” I whispered eventually. “Why Serena?”

Naomi sighed. “Some men are drawn to chaos. And she’s a damn hurricane.”

“She always wanted what I had. Even when we were kids.”

“She’s threatened by you,” Naomi said. “Always has been.”

“She won.” My voice cracked. “She has him, she has my parents, my whole life.”

“No.” Naomi glanced at me. “She only thinks she’s won.”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t have the strength.

But a small ember flickered inside me.

Not rage, not revenge but resolved.

If they thought I would just disappear, fade into the background like a discarded extra, they didn’t know me at all.

They would see, every single one of them, and will they regret so much? Definitely.