His Brother's Wife
READING AGE 18+
"Sam?"
Rory saw the tall, lean figure standing across the dimly lit living room, framed by the large bay window which showcased the lightning that intermittently flashed across the inky black horizon. The subsequent thunder that joined it rattled the walls of the house and made her jump.
It couldn't be Sam. Sam was in a coma and far away from her. Sam was never getting up from that hospital bed ever again.
"Sam?" Her heart uttered the plea and the result came out of her mouth. "Is that--"
The masculine form at the window froze, then turned around to face her. A lightning bolt that streaked across the sky revealed his features. “Aurora, what are you doing up?”
Rory clutched her robe at the neck and had to brace herself against the back of the sofa because her knees could no longer support her. “Jim. Oh, Jim, it’s just you.”
His eyebrows knotted together in concern, then he strode across the room to get to her side. He gathered her in his arms and held her to him for a moment before pulling away and peering at her face. “Aurora, are you all right? I’m not Jim. I’m Sam.”
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Jim Kelly was a brilliant musician who led a Grammy-award winning band five years ago. Now he lives with his older brother and his loving wife in the suburbs of Calabasas, fresh out of rehab, and with an ankle monitor he is required to wear for six months. His brother Sam's wife Rory is beautiful, kind, and nurturing, just the kind of woman Jim has always dreamed about.
But when tragedy strikes, Rory is forced to make a difficult decision. After a life-saving surgery, Rory brings Jim home and they try to get on with their lives together until Jim starts acting like Sam. Rory knows it's wrong to use her brother-in-law as a substitute for her husband, but with him around, it's like Sam never left.
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"If they're going to call this 'labor,' someone should negotiate better working conditions," Rory muttered through clenched teeth as the SUV navigated morning traffic. "Minimum wage, reasonable hours, dental benefits."
"Union of Expectant Mothers Local 415," Jim suggested, wincing as she squeezed his hand with enough force to reshap……
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