His face changed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Bram.”
He sat down.
“You need to listen to me.”
“No.”
“Bryony.”
“You used my name.”
“I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“It was for a meeting.”
“A meeting?”
“Yes.”
“With my sister?”
He didn’t answer.
“With my sister?”
“Yes.”
“Why was my name on the room?”
He stared at the table.
“Because Sasha booked it.”
“Why?”
“She thought it would be easier.”
“Easier for what?”
Silence.
I leaned forward.
“What were you planning?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me again.”
He looked at me.
“We were talking about the future.”
“My future?”
“Our future.”
I laughed.
“You don’t get to say our future.”
He closed his eyes.
“I was going to leave.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“You knew.”
He said nothing.
“You were waiting for the right moment.”
“Yes.”
“What was the right moment?”
“When the children were older.”
I stared at him.
“Both of you said that?”
He didn’t answer.
“That’s why you were using my name.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then tell me what it was like.”
He finally looked at me.
“We were looking at apartments.”
My chest tightened.
“Together?”
“Yes.”
“And the house?”
He looked away.
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