“It was just a symbolic ceremony, sis, to comfort Ryan’s brother in heaven. Don’t be so dramatic. Clinging to something so trivial will only hurt your relationship with him.”
Ryan’s face turned cold, his voice dripping with frustration.
“You’re jealous over this? Do you want my brother to die restless in his grave?”
“We hid it from you because we knew you’d be jealous. And look, we were right.”
“If you’re going to throw a fit over this, you don’t deserve to be my wife.”
I inhaled sharply, my whole body trembling.
“My husband marrying his sister-in-law—and I’m wrong for being jealous?”
Sarah patted his thigh, her legs draped casually across him.
“Girls get jealous, that’s normal. You can’t expect everyone to be as generous as me.”
“She just doesn’t understand your good intentions. Explain it to her, then let’s keep drinking.”
Sarah lifted his chin, pressing her half-empty beer to his lips. Ryan drained it in one gulp.
I closed my eyes, nose stinging, too exhausted to argue anymore.
Thunder boomed outside. I grabbed my bag and stormed out into the rain.
Before I could leave, Ryan seized my hand.
“It’s late! It’s raining! What if you slip? You’re being ridiculous!”