Return of the Heiress: I married my ex husband's brother

“Mrs. Elliot, sir, is currently in a conference meeting and can’t take any calls,” came the cold voice of the secretary. 

Before Elena could speak, the person on the other end hung up. 

Elena stared at the blank screen of her phone, feeling a sharp, throbbing ache in her heart. 

Important meeting - two words that cut through the little hope she had held. The cold evening air bit at her cheeks and soon tears welled in her eyes. 

When Andrew informed her earlier that he was running late for the dinner, Elena did not take it to heart. 

His work always took priority. 

In the four years that they’ve been together, she has always been accommodating and never been an unreasonable person. 

But tonight was their second anniversary. 

And for once, she had hoped he would prioritize their relationship over his demanding career. 

But alas...

Despite knowing he wouldn’t come, Elena stubbornly waited for his arrival. 

The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Three hours passed, and there was still no sign of Andrew. 

After some time, the manager approached. “Is everything okay, ma’am? You’ve been here for over three hours. Would you like to order something while you wait?” He inquired. 

A lump formed in Elena’s throat as she choked out. “No, thank you,” 

With a heavy heart, she finally accepted her fate and stood up to leave the restaurant. 

He won't be coming, Elena. She reminded herself. If he wanted to, he would have informed you. 

Andrew’s absence stirred a deep sense of disappointment within Elena. 

She felt a sinking heaviness in her chest, and her heart ached so much that it was suffocating. 

Under the curious gazes of the guests, she took the exit. 

The cold wind matched the chill in Elena’s heart as she stepped out of the farmhouse restaurant. 

Tonight, she had envisioned a night filled with laughter and unforgettable memories, but instead, she received this lonely walk of shame. 

She glanced around the deserted streets before her. 

The desolation mirrored the void Andrew’s absence had created. 

Only then did it hit her that it was impossible to hail a cab in this remote area. 

Inhaling deeply, she turned back towards the entrance, her heels clicking on the cobbled path.

The receptionist glanced up and asked. “Is everything alright, ma’am?” 

Elena shook her head, the lump in her throat making it difficult to form words. “I... I need to get out of here. Is there another way, maybe a cab service or something?” 

The receptionist offered a sympathetic smile. “I’m afraid it’s quite challenging to get a cab around here, especially at this hour. However, there’s a bus stop down the road. You can catch a bus from there.” 

Nodding her head in gratitude, Elena thanked her. 

The journey to the bus stop was a lonely one. 

She wrapped her coat tighter around herself, trying to shield herself from both the chilly night and the cruel, harsh reality of the evening. 

The bus was due in fifteen minutes. 

The vulnerability of being alone, abandoned on an unfamiliar road, tugged at Elena’s soul. 

After some time, the bus finally arrived. 

The driver glanced at Elena disinterestedly as she stepped on board. 

The last stop of the bus was at Oakwood, a high-end area where her best friend, Chloe, lived. 

Elena considered spending the night at her place for some comfort. 

After all the emotional turmoil, she needed a refuge to sort out her chaotic thoughts. 

Navigating her way, Elena finally entered the residential building and took the elevator straight to the twenty-third floor. 

Since she knew the password, she keyed in the digits, and the door opened.

Kicking off her heels, Elena settled on the couch. 

Just as she relaxed, faint noises emerged from inside Chloe’s bedroom. A hint of embarrassment colored Elena’s cheeks. 

As an adult, she understood the nature of the sounds that came from inside. 

Cursing inwardly, she contemplated whether to stay or leave. “Andy...” The muffled groans grew louder, causing her to freeze in place. 

Elena’s mind was spinning, and for a moment, she wondered if she was hearing things. 

“F**k, Chloe. Spread your l*** a little wider.” A rough male voice broke through the air, shattering any illusions of misunderstanding. 

The words hung in the air, heavy with a familiarity that turned Elena’s blood cold. Her face drained of color as realization struck with full force. 

Because the voice belonged to none other than her husband, Andrew! 

[Author's Note:

Hello everyone!

Welcome to another brand-new story!

As promised, Lucas and Elena's story is finally here. Your enthusiasm and support encouraged me immensely, and I hope you all love and enjoy The Billionaire's Secret Desire as much as you did my previous novel. Meanwhile, you can also connect with me on SNS for spoilers, update schedule, etc.

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts and sharing this story with you.

- Aera]

The room spun, and Elena stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the couch. 

The world crumbled beneath her as the voice continued to reverberate from inside. 

No. No, no. 

Andrew would never do this to her. 

He loved her so much. 

He would never... 

She believed that the person inside was not him.

That’s right, the man inside must be someone who had a similar voice as Andrew. 

Besides, Chloe never liked Andrew to begin with, so why would she... Yes, she must be overthinking because of her disappointment earlier. Elena’s legs felt unsteady as she moved towards the bedroom door. 

Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob. However, just as she was about to turn the handle, she stopped. 

She did not dare to enter the room and confront the two people inside. 

The thought of facing her husband’s betrayal and her best friend’s deceit felt overwhelming, and it was too much for he