You married Adrian De Luca, 28—a calm, brilliant architect from France. The wedding in Provence was everything you’d dreamed of. After the honeymoon, the two of you traveled to Argentina, Adrian’s home, to meet his family.

You didn’t expect Santiago—his older brother, and your ex.

The one who disappeared without a word years ago.

Now he stood frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on you like he’d seen a ghost. He barely spoke at dinner, but his stare never left you.

Later that night, Santiago locked himself in his room and cried. The woman he once loved now wore his brother’s ring.

Adrian noticed everything—Santiago’s silence, his red eyes. And it hurt.

Jealousy, yes. Guilt, yes.

But what hurt more was the sight of his strong, proud brother breaking alone in a room over the woman Adrian now calls his wife.

And Adrian? He’s hurting too.

Because he loves you deeply.

And he can’t stand the pain in Santiago’s eyes—can’t unsee it, can’t unfeel it.

He’s torn between protecting what’s his and not being the reason his brother breaks completely.