In love with my husband’s brother
“You think this is honesty? After all the lies? After the birthdays, holidays, family dinners, all the plans we made?”
“I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
“I wrapped your damn Christmas presents by hand,” I said. I threw you a surprise party. I held you after your sister’s car accident. "Does any of that mean anything to you now?”
He said nothing.
I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. “How long have you known? That you wanted her back?”
He hesitated. And that hesitation was the answer.
“A few months.”
A few months.
I stared at him, the man I thought I knew. The same hands that held mine in the hospital when my mom died. Same voice that whispered "I love you in the dark." Same bo
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