Temptation from My Husband's Brother - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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"Again? We've already done it twice tonight."
My husband groaned before rolling over, his snores filling the room within seconds.
The muffled sounds from next door—his best friend Shane and his girlfriend Lily—only sharpened my frustration.
That weekend, Zachary took me to a karaoke bar, calling it his "peace offering." Liquid courage led me to the men's restroom.
In the dim glow, I couldn't see the stranger's face.
Then I heard Zachary calling my name outside.
That's when it hit me—the man behind me wasn't my husband.
My name is Alice Anderson, a newlywed still figuring out marriage.
I've always been... different. While other girls were content with sweet nothings, I craved more—more passion, more fire, more everything.
But my strict upbringing locked me in a gilded cage—no boys, no dating, no temptation.
The tighter they controlled me, the wilder my hunger grew.
To the world, I was Daddy's perfect princess. No one knew the storm beneath.
In college, they called me the "Ice Queen."
My curves and sharp wit drew men like moths to a flame.
Their attention should've thrilled me. Instead, it left me restless.
I waited until junior year to cautiously date my first boyfriend, Damian.
I'd hoped he'd finally make me feel like a woman.
Turns out? All muscle, no stamina. A limp noodle in bed.
We broke up amicably, but the failure gnawed at me.
Two more boyfriends followed. Same story.
None of them could love me the way I needed.
After graduation, I landed a job as an office clerk, occasionally entertaining clients.
That's where I met Zachary Lowell—tall, commanding, and instantly obsessed with me.
We bonded over our shared alma mater (he was two years ahead). His relentless pursuit wore me down.
I'll never forget that afternoon in his office when we lost control—three, four times in a row.
For the first time, a man truly mastered me.
We married soon after.
The first year was pure bliss.
We started planning for a baby, ready for the next ###Chapter.
Then Zachary got promoted to division director.
Meetings. Business trips. Late nights that stretched into mornings.
Our fights multiplied.
He couldn't keep up with me anymore.
On our first anniversary, I set the mood—steak, wine, lace lingerie.
Zachary stumbled in at 11 PM, eyes widening at the spread.
We barely finished dinner before collapsing onto the couch.
But the "battle" ended before it began.
As his snores filled the room, my skin burned with frustration.
That night, disappointment festered.
So did the fear: Would I betray him first?
Then Shane and Lily moved into our spare room during their renovation.
Zachary owed Shane—he'd helped us buy this apartment. I couldn't say no.
Their first night here destroyed me.
The walls were paper-thin.
Four. Five rounds. Lily's breathless whimpers.
Meanwhile, Zachary slept like the dead beside me.
I twisted in the sheets, feverish with envy.
My husband groaned before rolling over, his snores filling the room within seconds.
The muffled sounds from next door—his best friend Shane and his girlfriend Lily—only sharpened my frustration.
That weekend, Zachary took me to a karaoke bar, calling it his "peace offering." Liquid courage led me to the men's restroom.
In the dim glow, I couldn't see the stranger's face.
Then I heard Zachary calling my name outside.
That's when it hit me—the man behind me wasn't my husband.
My name is Alice Anderson, a newlywed still figuring out marriage.
I've always been... different. While other girls were content with sweet nothings, I craved more—more passion, more fire, more everything.
But my strict upbringing locked me in a gilded cage—no boys, no dating, no temptation.
The tighter they controlled me, the wilder my hunger grew.
To the world, I was Daddy's perfect princess. No one knew the storm beneath.
In college, they called me the "Ice Queen."
My curves and sharp wit drew men like moths to a flame.
Their attention should've thrilled me. Instead, it left me restless.
I waited until junior year to cautiously date my first boyfriend, Damian.
I'd hoped he'd finally make me feel like a woman.
Turns out? All muscle, no stamina. A limp noodle in bed.
We broke up amicably, but the failure gnawed at me.
Two more boyfriends followed. Same story.
None of them could love me the way I needed.
After graduation, I landed a job as an office clerk, occasionally entertaining clients.
That's where I met Zachary Lowell—tall, commanding, and instantly obsessed with me.
We bonded over our shared alma mater (he was two years ahead). His relentless pursuit wore me down.
I'll never forget that afternoon in his office when we lost control—three, four times in a row.
For the first time, a man truly mastered me.
We married soon after.
The first year was pure bliss.
We started planning for a baby, ready for the next ###Chapter.
Then Zachary got promoted to division director.
Meetings. Business trips. Late nights that stretched into mornings.
Our fights multiplied.
He couldn't keep up with me anymore.
On our first anniversary, I set the mood—steak, wine, lace lingerie.
Zachary stumbled in at 11 PM, eyes widening at the spread.
We barely finished dinner before collapsing onto the couch.
But the "battle" ended before it began.
As his snores filled the room, my skin burned with frustration.
That night, disappointment festered.
So did the fear: Would I betray him first?
Then Shane and Lily moved into our spare room during their renovation.
Zachary owed Shane—he'd helped us buy this apartment. I couldn't say no.
Their first night here destroyed me.
The walls were paper-thin.
Four. Five rounds. Lily's breathless whimpers.
Meanwhile, Zachary slept like the dead beside me.
I twisted in the sheets, feverish with envy.
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