“Yes.”
She looked ashamed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
She frowned.
“No?”
“Don’t make this smaller than it is.”
“I am sorry.”
“You’re sorry you got caught.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Then tell me what is true.”
She started crying.
I waited.
“I loved him before I knew what I was doing.”
“You kissed him.”
“Yes.”
“You slept with him.”
She nodded.
“You lied to me.”
“Yes.”
“You married Bram.”
“Yes.”
“You came into my house.”
“Yes.”
“You held my children.”
Her face crumpled.
“I know.”
“You looked at me every Christmas.”
“Yes.”
“And every birthday.”
“Yes.”
“And every time I told you how much I trusted you.”
She couldn’t answer.
I stepped closer.
“You didn’t just betray me.”
She looked at me.
“You made me feel stupid for trusting you.”
“I never thought you were stupid.”
“You told him I trusted him completely.”
She went pale.
“You saw that?”
“Yes.”
She covered her mouth.
I whispered:
“That sentence hurt more than the photographs.”
She cried harder.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You did.”
“No.”
“You did.”
She shook her head.
“I loved you too.”
I stared at her.
“Then you would have stopped.”
She had no answer.
After a long silence, she said, “He promised me he’d leave you.”
Where is the rest of the story where a young sister kissed the husband if her elder sister?
hi there i wich you had a good read and injoyed your time i think the story is allready done the ending you can see it