Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Call Me Obsessed.

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DAMIAN POV. "What... what are you saying?" Elena screamed as she shoved me. It wasn't the frantic hitting from before, but a hard, deliberate push that forced me to release her wrists. She stumbled back, her chest heaving under that soft cashmere sweater as she looked at me with her wide eyes like I had grown a second head. "I’m saying Richard is a fool," I said, missing the feeling of her skin under my hands. "You are wasting your loyalty and love on a man who doesn’t deserve it." I shoved my hands into my pockets to stop myself from grabbing her again. I wanted to tell her that while she was playing the perfect wife, Richard was busy forgetting she existed. For eight years, I'd loved her from a distance. For six of them, I watched her from a distance, quietly and uselessly, through stolen security feeds, at family meetings I wasn't invited to, galas, and stolen seconds that added up to nothing. Then Richard stopped coming home, and something in me stopped being reasonable. I had cameras installed. Every room that mattered. Call me a stalker. Call me obsessed. Call me a sick fuck. I don't care. I've been called worse and slept fine. What I didn't expect was the cost of two years of watching her cry in the shower because her husband's bed was always cold. I memorized every single one of those moments. And every time, it took everything in me not to go find my brother and shoot him dead. "You don't get to say that," she hissed, her voice shaking. "You don't know anything about our life. You’ve done nothing but try to destroy him." "Are you still defending him?" I asked. "Right now, standing here?" "I am not. We are really happy," she lied. The words were weak, a pathetic shield she tried to pull between us. "Happy?" I took a step toward her. I didn't care about being gentle anymore. Seeing her cry for him made my blood boil. It made me want to shake her until she realise that the man she was crying over was a shell. "Is that what you call it? Sleeping in the bed — ” “Damian!” Marco’s voice cut me off, loud and urgent. I stopped mid-sentence, the sentence dying in my throat as I saw the way Elena was looking at me. Her face was pale, her lips parted in a silent gasp, and for a second, I saw the flicker of realization in her eyes. I had said too much. I had almost told her I knew about the empty bed. I’d almost told her I’d been watching her secretly. I noticed Marco over my shoulder, his posture stiff and his hand twitching near his holster. He wasn't just interrupting. He was warning me. He knew I was seconds away from burning every bridge I had worked so hard to build. He knew that if I told her the truth now, she wouldn't see a savior. She’d see a monster. "Shut it up," Marco snapped, stepping into the space between us. He didn't care that I was his boss or that I could have him buried by morning. His eyes were hard, locked onto mine with a bluntness that forced me to look away. "It's enough now, Damian. Step back before you say something you can’t take back." He turned slightly, shielding Elena from my gaze as if he were protecting her from a predator. I just stood there with my jaw set, watching her over Marco’s shoulder. Seeing her cry like that did something to me. I wanted to reach out and lick the tears away, to taste the salt on her skin and finally take what I’d been waiting years to claim. But she looked terrified. She looked small, and more than anything, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but near me . "I don’t really care what you or anyone else thinks about my husband and me. I love him ," she said, her voice tight with restraint. She stood her ground, even with her bare feet and trembling hands, she refused to let me see how much my words had hurt her. She was clinging to the wreckage of her marriage like it was the only thing keeping her afloat. "I love him more than you could ever understand with your black, twisted heart," she continued, her eyes pinning me with pure loathing. "And if he die