Something I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
“Jeff was… Jeff was my brother.”
I stared at him, my mind rejecting the words. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I couldn’t breathe.
“Your brother? But Jeff never said he had a brother… and you never said anything either. We’ve been married three years!
How could you—”
“I didn’t just not say anything, Angela. I hid it. Years ago, I changed my name, left the country, and cut all ties with my past.
I was bitter, angry, and I couldn’t stand being around my family anymore. Jeff and I had a falling out. A big one.
And I thought the only way to move on was to leave it all behind, including him.”
Bryan’s voice cracked, and he looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that it made my heart ache. “I didn’t know Jeff was gone until months later. By the time I came back, it was too late.
He was already dead. I went to his grave, and that’s when I saw you.”
I could feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “You saw me there?
At Jeff’s grave?”
Bryan nodded, his hands shaking. “Yes. I didn’t know who you were at first, but when I found out, I… I don’t know, Angela.
I was drawn to you.”
“Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn’t stay away. And then… then we fell in love.”
I felt like the room was spinning. This man, the one I had trusted, had kept this from me?
This wasn’t just some mistake; this was my entire life, everything I thought I knew, turned upside down. “But the watch,” I managed to say, my voice shaking as much as my hands. “How did you get Jeff’s watch?”
“After I came back, I found my mother at Jeff’s grave.
She forgave me, even though I didn’t deserve it. And she gave me this,” he gestured to the watch, his voice heavy with regret. “It was the only thing she had left of Jeff.
A way to make peace, she said. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you’d hate me.”
I stood there, staring at the man I thought I knew, and I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. His words kept circling in my head, wrapping tighter around my heart, choking the life out of me.
Jeff’s brother. How had I missed it? How could I have been so blind?
“Angela, please,” he started, taking a step closer. But I held up my hand to stop him, needing distance, needing to breathe. I couldn’t look at him without seeing all the lies, all the secrets that had been hiding in plain sight.
“I… I can’t do this,” I said, my voice sounding foreign, hollow. The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pushing in until there was no space left to think, to feel anything but the overwhelming weight of betrayal. “Angela, listen to me,” Bryan pleaded, his voice breaking.
“I know I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t want to lose you.”
“But you already have,” I whispered, barely able to say the words out loud. They hurt too much, like shards of glass scraping against my throat. “You lost me the moment you decided to hide this from me.
You let me fall in love with a lie.”
He shook his head, desperation in his eyes. “No, it wasn’t a lie. My love for you is real.
Everything we’ve built together, it’s real. I swear to you, Angela, I never meant to deceive you.”
“Maybe not,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought to keep it together. “But you did.
You deceived me every day you looked me in the eye and didn’t tell me the truth. I trusted you, Bryan. I trusted you with everything I had left after Jeff, and now… now I don’t even know who you are.”
The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating.
Bryan’s shoulders slumped, his face a mask of sorrow and regret. I could see the pain in his eyes, but it didn’t change the fact that I felt like I’d been living in someone else’s story, a story I didn’t sign up for. I turned away from him, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilling over.
“I need to pack,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to keep from falling apart completely. “Please, Angela, don’t go,” Bryan begged, but his voice sounded distant.
It was as if it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “We can work through this. We can—”
“There’s nothing to work through,” I interrupted, choking on my own words.
“I can’t stay in this marriage, Bryan. Not after this. I can’t stay with someone I don’t even recognize anymore.”
I walked to the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last.
My hands shook as I pulled out a suitcase, the sound of the zipper echoing in the room. Bryan stood in the doorway, his face pale, watching me pack with a helplessness that almost broke me. Almost.
But the anger and betrayal were stronger, driving me forward and pushing me to leave behind everything we had built. “Angela, please,” he said one last time, his voice so soft, so broken, it was almost a whisper. But I couldn’t stop.
If I stopped, I’d crumble, and I couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not ever.
I zipped up the suitcase and lifted it from the bed. My heart pounded as I walked past him without a word. As I reached the front door, I hesitated, just for a moment.
Part of me wanted to turn back, to give him one last look, but I couldn’t. I knew if I did, I might lose the strength I’d gathered to walk away. So I stepped out the door, the cool evening air hitting my face like a slap.
I didn’t look back as I walked to my car and climbed in, each step feeling like I was tearing my heart out. But I kept going because there was no other choice. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, was a stranger.
And I couldn’t live with that. Not anymore. Source: amomama
