My Boyfriends brother obsession
“Or am I finally starting to see what’s been going on behind my back? You’ve been acting different lately, and he’s been showing up more than usual. I don’t trust him, Liliana. And I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
His words were filled with anger, but not the kind of anger that came from love—it was the anger of possession, the fear of losing something he thought belonged to him. He did not care that I was confused or unhappy; he only cared that someone else might be taking his place.
“I am not doing anything wrong,” I said, finding a small spark of courage. “And you have no right to speak to me like this in public. Let go of my arm.”
Surprised by my firm tone, he released me, but his