“Sis! Don’t you think you were impulsive earlier? Who are they?” Ryan asked as he parked in front of my apartment building.
He’d been holding back on the drive home, clearly for Diana’s sake, but now he couldn’t stay silent anymore.
“They don’t matter,” I said, brushing him off as I stepped out of the car.
Ryan, however, wasn’t letting this go. “Don’t hide it!” he snapped. “That woman wouldn’t have provoked you like that if there wasn’t something personal. She wouldn’t have—”
“Fine!” I interrupted, turning to face him with a sigh. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
I crossed my arms, feigning indifference. “They’re my ex-husband, Diana’s father, and his mistress. Oh, and the kid? That’s their happy little family addition.”
Ryan stared at me, dumbfounded. “Wait. So, that means…
