My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
“It was a coincidence, Ryan. I didn’t plan this, and neither did Luke. But now that we know, we’re figuring it out.”
There’s a dead silence in the room. Emily looks like she’s about to crawl out of her skin, while Ryan just stares at me, his face unreadable. I can feel the weight of his disappointment, his anger, pressing down on me like a boulder.
And then he speaks, his voice calm. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said,” I start, my voice steady even though my heart is racing, “Luke is my boyfriend. And we’re figuring things out.”
It feels so good calling Luke my boyfriend. I feel like saying it again just to get that look on Ryan’s face.