Then pulled out his phone. “I figured you’d want to see,” he said, unlocking the screen. He turned it around and handed it to me.
And there she was. I stared at the photo, my fingers tightening around the edges of the phone. It couldn’t be.
Oh God. No. Anyone but her.
“Is this… is this Melanie?” I said, barely able to speak. He nodded once.
“Yeah.”
I pushed the phone back across the table. “You’re marrying my sister?”
He looked down. “I didn’t plan for it to happen.
We ran into each other at a friend’s party. We talked. It just…
happened.”
“She knew,” I said, my voice rising. “She knew what you put me through. What we went through.”
“I wasn’t hiding anything,” he said.
“We just didn’t expect it.”
“She was at our wedding,” I said. “She watched us fall apart.”
“I know.”
I stood up, heart pounding. “And David?
What do we even tell him?”
“He likes her,” Thomas said. “He already knows we’re engaged.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I walked to the sink and stared out the window.
My hands were shaking. I wasn’t angry that he had moved on. I wasn’t even angry that he was remarrying.
But my sister? My own sister? After everything?
“I need time,” I said, without turning around. “I understand,” he replied. I heard the chair scrape against the floor.
Then footsteps. He left without another word. David peeked into the kitchen moments later.
“Is Dad gone?” he asked. “Yeah, sweetie.”
He hugged me tight, and I held on a little longer than usual. Because everything I thought I’d let go of had just come rushing back.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t know how to move forward. Source: amomama
