“Oh,” Brielynne laughs sardonically, her grip on Julien tightening. “We’re not dating. We’re married. Have been for…,” she trails off, glancing up at Julien, her husband. “How long, darling? Five years now?” My stomach drops into my feet. My vision sways, likely because I just sucked in a giant rush of air and I’m holding it in tight. She eyes me hard with a very fake smile. “How do you know my husband again?”
Julien's a cheating rat!
