7
It’s sad to think about.
I had endured so much before, just wanting to give Tommy a complete family.
But Jack didn’t put much thought into Tommy. His heart was too crowded: the company, his brother, his mistress, friends, fishing buddies… A
person’s energy is limited. The more he spent on others, the less he had left for his wife and son.
On the contrary, Jack’s brother Daniel had always been very caring towards Tommy and me. Daniel could easily name Tommy’s favorite
cartoon characters and colors, while Jack couldn’t answer.
Tommy wasn’t very close to Jack, who was always busy outside.
Looking back now, this might be a good thing.
Tommy didn’t have such a strong need for Jack. Even if I remarried after the divorce, Tommy wouldn’t be too heartbroken.
The news of my divorce from Jack quickly reached Daniel’s ears.
One summer afternoon, Tommy was taking a nap in the children’s room on the second floor of the villa. I tiptoed downstairs, picked up my long–neglected paintbrush and paints, and began to paint.
It had been a long time since I had done something I enjoyed since marrying Jack.
After giving birth to Tommy, I took care of him with the nanny, occasionally helping with cooking and housework. I hardly had any free time to
paint properly.
Although Jack was the youngest son of New York’s wealthiest family, he didn’t receive his father’s favor or trust. Even the company given to him was a dying sunset industry. If he didn’t work hard, bankruptcy would be his fate. His cash flow was very tight, and I had subsidized him a lot
with money from my family.
To increase income and reduce expenses, he made our married life uncomfortably frugal.
Perhaps the brush follows the heart’s movement. The female protagonist in my painting also looked sad.
“Your painting is beautiful,” Daniel’s voice suddenly came from behind me!
My hand shook, and the brush fell to the ground.
I slowly turned around, “Daniel, why are you here?”
Daniel squatted down to pick up the brush for me and handed it back, “Uncle Song said he found a porcelain statue in the garden of the old house in the suburbs yesterday. It looks like a historical artifact, so he specially called me to come and take a look.”
His calloused fingertips seemed to accidentally brush against my soft palm as he handed me the brush.
My palm tingled, and I trembled slightly, almost unable to grip the brush firmly.
“Til go upstairs to talk to your father about the porcelain statue first. We’ll see each other later,” he smiled at me and turned to go upstairs.
The faint scent of his cologne wafted over me.
I watched his attractive figure, suddenly feeling a warmth between my legs and my cheeks flushing.
When I realized my reaction was inappropriate, I quickly rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower. Watching the water droplets roll down my fair skin, I sighed deeply and covered my face.
No… no!
Why is this happening?
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Why do I have such a strong physical… attraction to my ex–husband’s brother?
By the time I calmed down, the sky was burning with a gorgeous sunset.
Daniel stood quietly appreciating my unfinished painting.
“It’s getting late. Why don’t we talk next time? You should head home now,” For some reason, I was a bit afraid to look him in the eye.
