Page 122 of Bride By Initiation

He pulls his hand away. "It's not your business."

"No?"

"No, it's not," he says, clenching his jaw and staring her down.

I try again, softening my tone. "Fiona, let's go in another room and sit down and talk."

She turns to me, rage erupting from her. "Don't you think that would have been good before you went off and married my brother? And lied to everyone over and over, including me?"

My insides quiver. I hate I lied to her, even though it wasn't a full-blown lie like this one. But there's always been something between Sean and me, and she knew it. No matter how much I tried to escape it and not let it happen, it finally has. So now we're going to have to work through this.

"Please, let's sit down and talk," I offer.

Sean scoffs, "Yeah, get out of our bathroom."

She spins back to face Sean. "You're really pushing it."

His cockiness grows. "What are you going to do about it, Fiona? What Zara and I have done, we've done. It's not your business."

"Not my business?"

He smirks. "Yep. It's not your business who's in my bed or my house."

"She's not just in your bed, Sean. She's your wife now. Do you even understand what that means?" Fiona cries out.

Sean shuts his mouth and stares at her.

She's right. What we've done has consequences. They are deeper than what Sean and I have barely processed.

Sean leaves the room just as the doorbell rings. He turns back, accusing, "Thanks for sending that picture to Zara's family, sis."

Surprise fills Fiona's expression. "I didn't send any pictures to Zara's family. I wouldn't be the messenger of pain for her parents."

"Really? You seem a little out of control right now. Are you sure you didn't send one little text?" he taunts.

"No, I did not," she insists. "So whoever sent it to me must have sent it to them. Who did send it to me, anyway?" she asks.

Sean doesn't say anything.

She focuses back on me with fresh hurt in her voice. "Well, who was there? Who got an invite since I didn't?"

"Fiona, please. Let's go talk about this calmly."

A loud bang fills the air. My father's voice booms, "Open this door now, Sean O'Malley!" It's followed by more banging.

"Sean, go open the door," I urge.

My father warns, "Get out here, you piece of shit, before I knock your door down."

"Sean!" I push on his chest.

He sighs, muttering, "Let the games begin."

"This isn't a game!" Fiona snaps.

He ignores her and hurries to the other room.

We follow.

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