Tamara leaned in, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed everything Bryan had just revealed. The weight of his confession still hung heavily in the air, but her curiosity was piqued. "It’s been so long, Bryan," she said slowly, her voice careful but probing. "We’ve only ever heard about the beautiful Amara, but we’ve never actually seen her. Do you have any picture of her?"
Bryan’s bloodshot eyes darted toward Tamara, his expression suddenly shifting. He hesitated, the request seeming to cut deeper than he expected. His mind was fogged by alcohol, but the thought of Amara—his secret wife—being brought up in such a casual way stirred something inside him.
Liam glanced between them, sensing the sudden tension. Tamara’s question wasn’t innocent; she was trying to piece together the my
