Chapter Nineteen
There was something awkward about sitting at the table of the family your husband hadn’t seen in twelve years.
His sister — I learned her name was Monica — remained rather quiet while his mother and father made small talk.
Monica favored her mother with her brown hair and blue eyes while Bradley favored his father. Looking at him gave me a glimpse at the future and what Bradley would look like as he aged. While I hesitated to consider his father good looking, Bradley was quite handsome and took care of himself, leaving me with no doubt he’d age well. I learned his sister was divorced with one child, and that his family’s last name was Pickard.
Blackwell definitely suited Bradley better, I decided, but I still wasn’t ready to forgive him his deception.
However, in fron
