My Bratty Wife

Ryan paced back and forth in his study, his mind racing. He had been avoiding his thoughts about Suzy, but they kept creeping back, insistent and demanding attention.

"I think I’m in love again," he confessed to Byron, his voice barely a whisper.

Byron, seated comfortably in an armchair, raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t I tell you that you would be the one to fall first?" he teased.

Ryan ignored his brother’s teasing. "I never thought it would be her," he admitted, a sense of disbelief in his voice. "She’s everything I’ve ever despised in a woman. She’s strong headed, messy, rebellious even sharp tongued, yet I find myself drawn to her."

Byron smiled. "Welcome to the club, brother," he said. "Love has a funny way of catching us off guard. Now it made you look and act more human," he continued. "Since Eleanor’s betrayal, you’ve turned into a cold, aloof version of yourself. I’m glad you’ve finally opened your heart to someone else."

Ryan nodded, lost in thought. "She makes me act like a child," he confessed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I can’t think straight sometimes. I can’t seem to resist the urge to touch her, to hold her close. It’s like I’m possessed."

Byron chuckled. "It sounds like you’ve got it bad," he teased.

Ryan ignored his brother’s teasing. "I know we’re married, and it’s natural to feel attracted to your spouse," he said, his voice filled with a sense of confusion in a low whisper. "But why do I feel like it’s a sin to imagine her underneath me, to hear her soft moans?"

"Brother!!!" Byron shouted as he stared at him .

Ryan ignored his brother’s stare, his mind focused on something else. "Do you think she feels the same way?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Before Byron could respond, the door burst open, revealing Thorne, his face pale, his eyes filled with dread and his hair disheveled. "The reason for our journey is futile," he said, his voice barely a whisper.