Dear Brother You Picked the Wrong Sister to Betray novel Chapter 62

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I was in a car accident. Lost the baby. My dress was covered in blood.

Thats when, my husband Damon drove past with his assistant Sage.

But what did he do? He covered her eyes, said “Jesus, don’t look at that mess,” and sped away.

I bit back tears, called my own ambulance, endured surgery completely alone, and didn’t make it home until after midnight.

The first thing I saw? Sexy lace lingerie thrown carelessly on our sofa–definitely not mine.

Before I could even process the betrayal, Damon emerged from the shower with nothing but cold accusations:

“It’s just a minor injury. Why didn’t you get up and go to the hospital instead of lying there waiting? You nearly scared Sage to death. Stop being so dramatic!”

Suddenly, I swallowed every question. I just nodded quietly, and went to the guest room.

In the darkness, I pulled out my phone and made a call:

“Mr. Harrison, I’ve made up my mind. I can leave New York and start working for your company next week…”

“… Yes, and I’ll NEVER come back!”

The second I hung up, Damon pushed the door open and walked in.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

Click–he flipped on the light.

“Who were you just talking to?”

I told him honestly that I’d just finished a call with Mr. Harrison.

He just gave me an absent “Mm–hmm.”

I knew he hadn’t caught a word I’d said.

Because his eyes never left his phone screen–just like every other time lately.

I used to wonder why Damon, who never gave a damn about social media, suddenly had his phone glued to his hand 24/7, even taking it use the

shower.

Now I totally got it.

I smiled to myself and said nothing, just looked down and started drafting my resignation letter on my phone.

Damon toweled off his hair and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

“Where’s my chamomile tea?”

Finally, he graced me with his attention.

Must’ve finally remembered I’d spent the entire day at the hospital with no time to brew his precious tea, because he managed to squeeze out one ice–cold attempt at comfort:

Patrayz

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“Reyna, I showed your CT scan to that orthopedic specialist I know. He said you’ve just got some surface scratches. Keep the wounds dry and you’ll be fine.”

I kept typing without looking up. “Got it.”

Seeing how weirdly detached I was acting, Damon frowned and started walking over to see what I was doing.

Right then, his phone buzzed.

The man’s face instantly lit up as he spun around and headed straight for his study.

Seeing that, I opened up Damon’s Instagram using my burner account.

There was a new post visible to everyone except me.

[My Bad

Confession from: Damon Reed.

Totally screwed up with the world’s most adorable assistant today.

Promised I’d leave the office on time to take her out for a nice dinner.

Got swamped with work stuff and made her wait around hungry for like ten whole minutes.

I’m such an ass. Gonna be a way better boss from now on, I swear!]

After I liked it, Mr. Harrison sent me the employment contract.

I opened the DocuSign link and e–signed it immediately.

Next morning, Damon got up early and brought back pastries from that fancy bakery downtown.

Just as I reached for the chocolate croissants, he smacked my hand away.

“Don’t you prefer the plain ones? I specifically got you those almond croissants.”

I froze, then realized the chocolate croissants were meant for Sage.

I couldn’t help asking: “We’ve been together seven years. How do you not know I’m allergic to almonds?”

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