Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 79

Alyssa

I start crying on the way home, everything crashing back into me at once. My tears are silent, but the occasional sniffle draws the attention of my men.

Zuri looks at me, and I smile, pretending everything's okay. I don't want her to see me like this, allowing her sperm donor to break me again. I just feel like a fucking idiot. How did I not see the signs that Isaac was gay? Even when we had normal sex, it was terrible. The only time he seemed remotely into it was when we were doing anal from behind. Now, knowing the truth, he was probably thinking about some guy while he was fucking me.

When we finally pull into King's driveway, my tears are dry, but my eyes are swollen and puffy. I think I'm all cried out. Or at least, my eyes are begging me to be.

Once inside, I ask the boys to watch Zuri while I shower. I need to wash the filth off me. I know it's illogical, but I want to scrub off every time Isaac touched me. As the videos replay in my mind, I start crying again, the loud sobs lost under the running water.

I remember my wedding day—how excited I was to be Isaac's wife. I thought we were about to live happily ever after, our own personal fairytale. But it turns out I was just his beard, and he abused the shit out of me because he was ashamed of himself.

I almost had two children with a man who didn't even want me.

What the fuck even is my life right now?

When I step out, my skin is raw from scrubbing too hard, but I don't care. I crawl into King's bed naked, pulling the covers up to my neck. My tear ducts are officially empty, and I just lie there, sniffling, my head pounding from the breakdown.

Suddenly, the door opens and closes, but I don't move to see who it is. The covers are pulled back and King slips into bed behind me, pulling me into his chest. I almost melt into his touch until I remember that he should be disgusted with me right now.

"Um, look, I understand if you and Niko want to break up with me," I say quietly, afraid that if I look at him, I might cry again. "There's a chance we all have STDs right now, and it's my fault."

He makes a low noise—a low hum, not quite a growl. "Your fault? How?"

"I...I should've known," I whisper, hating the way my voice cracks on the words.

Suddenly, he's sitting up, yanking me onto my back. His eyes burn into mine, and there's anger there, but not at me. "None of this is your fucking fault, and I'll swat your ass the next time you say that." His grip on me is firm, but his touch is gentle, so goddamn careful. "Now, lie here and let me hold you. I hated not being able to do that in Gray's office. I almost told him to just get it over with and shoot me so I could be with you."

My heart stutters, and I just stare at him.