Her House
“You go to her house every morning?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, it was shaky, unrecognisable.
Cullen’s eyes snapped to mine, cold and sharp.
“I don’t go to her house every morning,” he said, his tone flat and laced with condescension like I was either stupid or delusional, probably both. “Bella is my sister-in-law. I go there to see my godson... my nephew. The son that my brother and Bella have together. I go to my brother’s house. Please don’t make a big deal out of it.”
My laugh came out dry, bitter. “You don’t want me to make a big deal out of it?” I coughed. I couldn't believe him.
"Yes!" He snapped at me. "You're turning this nice delicious dinner with family it something ugly... Bella is family, she is more than just my sister-in-law," you got that right.
“Maybe you should stop,” Cyrus suddenly cut in, his voice loud enough to silence the room.
Cullen turned his head slowly to look at his brother, surprised.
“Excuse me? What did you say?”
“I said,” Cyrus repeated, louder this time, “maybe you should stop focusing so much on my wife… and start spending time with your own.”
Cullen scoffed, a low, mocking sound. “Really? And who are you to give me this advice?” His voice rose slightly. “How do you even know I don’t spend time with my wife?”
Then, as if something had cracked in him, he laughed again short, bitter, unkind. “You just don’t want me to be close to Bella, do you? It hurts you. Somewhere deep inside, it kills you. You control everything, but the one thing you can’t control is my relationship with her.”
Cyrus’s fists clenched on the table. “You,” he said through gritted teeth, “do not have a relationship with my wife. Bella is my wife. If you’d remember that and remember that you have your own life, your own wife and that we are not ten anymore....maybe we’d all live happily ever after.”
Cullen leaned back in his seat, unbothered. “Bella was my friend long before she became your wife. That kind of bond doesn’t just disappear because she got married. Maybe if you were a little more secure in your role as her husband, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”
“Do not tell me how to treat my wife,” Cyrus snapped, his voice trembling with rage. “That has nothing to do with you.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Cedric Cincinnati’s voice boomed across the table like a gavel, silencing everything. “Let’s just… finish this dinner in silence. Preferably.”
And just like that, the air grew heavier. No one dared to speak. The only sound was the quiet clinking of cutlery against fine china and the storm in my chest.
I couldn’t stop staring at Bella. God knows I tried. I kept telling myself to look away, to focus on anything else but I couldn’t. It was like the veil had finally lifted, and I was seeing her for who she really was.
Everything we’d been doing, the time spent together, the laughs, the tears, the so-called sisterhood... I thought we were building something real. A bond. A friendship. But now, it just felt… fake.
I felt stupid. This woman, the one I welcomed into my space, into my trust, had probably been laughing behind my back the entire time.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” My mother-in-law’s voice yanked me out of my spiral.
“Yeah,” I said, shrugging lightly, forcing a smile as I turned back to my food.
The dinner came to its quiet, painful end. Bella and Cyrus stood up, said their goodbyes, and left. Bella didn’t approach me. She didn’t even pretend, didn’t try to wear that usual warm mask, didn’t say goodbye, didn’t fake that “sister” act she was so good at putting on. They just… left.
I excused myself too, walking away from the table, heading to my bedroom alone. I wasn’t sure what the usual routine was anymore, but after that dinner, it seemed like everyone had collectively decided to skip it. Fine by me. I wasn’t in the mood anyway.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring into nothing, too numb to think, too raw to cry. I wasn’t processing, I was just… sitting there feeling powerless.
Then the door opened. I didn’t look up at first. I thought we were still keeping to the silent act. But his voice cut through the room, sharp and unexpected.
“What was that?” Cullen snapped from behind me.
I turned slowly to face him. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t play dumb,” he shot back, taking a few steps into the room. “What was that down there? What were you trying to do?”
“I still don’t understand,” I said carefully, even though I did. I just didn’t expect him to be the one starting this. “What are you saying?”
“Why did you talk to me like that? Why did you accuse Bella like that? What is wrong with you?”
I blinked, stunned.
What’s wrong with me?
I was the one who should be asking him that. I was the one who had been blindsided, who had been left in the dark, who had just learned that her husband was spending every morning with another woman, and not just any woman, but his brother’s wife. My so-called friend.
And yet… here he was. Snapping at me. Acting like I was the villain.
At that moment, I had two choices. I could bow down, say sorry, swallow my pride, and play the role of the quiet, well-behaved wife.
Or… I could give him exactly what he deserved.
And tonight? Tonight, I was too angry, too hurt, too humiliated to stay quiet.
Not today. Not tonight. Not after what I’d just found out.
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