Arranged to Diablo Duraturo
The woman was his lover, and I wasn’t even sure whether or not they were lovers when we married, if I was a simple second option because they broke up, or if they broke up because we were getting married.
The number of questions that played in my mind were countless, but I knew one thing, they were not old broken up lovers. If my brother, the man who was supposed to be my ‘wall’, was now not only an enemy, but was hitting me with such a fact, it meant that they just let one another go, that, of course, is IF they broke up. I could be the blind fool who’s been thinking that life was roses and daisies when they weren’t.
The bedroom door opened, and for the first time since we got married, he d
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