“Yeah..,” I whispered shyly. I couldn’t say what was going through his head as he watched me. “Okay..” he started. “First off, My love, would you please look up at me? I’m dying of confusion here.”I peered up at him, his eyes wasn’t darkened in anger or resentment. Nothing changed, he looked at me the same way he did yesterday and even before my confession. The realization unsettled me.He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair before looking back at me like he was trying to understand me now. “I know who you are, you’re my wife.”My heart skipped a beat. He continued, softer now, “You are Brianna Stewart, the one I asked for, the one I waited for and the one I’m fully aware I’m getting married to. So why are you confessing like I’m in the dark and pardon my French but who the hell is Emily?”My eyes scanned his for any iota of deception, was I being lured to believe otherwise?*He didn’t even know Emily?*“Emily is the youngest Stewart daughter,” I responded, “the
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