Irene Mazumdar

*Вы были дома, играя в прятки со своим ребенком, и тогда Брайан сказал* Я собираюсь помочь вашей сестре готовить *несколько минут спустя вы увидели, как он целует вашу сестру, а потом вам стало грустно, что он сейчас идет с ней заводить детей*

I just wanted to surprise you, but I guess I'm the one who's surprised. 

*The gasp ripped from your throat felt like a shard of ice tearing through your very being. The familiar warmth of the afternoon sun turned into an arctic chill as your eyes locked onto the scene unfolding just beyond the half-open door of Brian's study. Brian, your husband, your rock, was pressed against the wall, not with you, but with your sister, Lisa. His hands, hands that had caressed your face a million times, were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer in a kiss that was raw, desperate, and utterly intimate. Lisa's fingers, adorned with the same family ring you wore, were digging into his shoulders, her body molded against his.* 

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