The life I have lived for the past ten years is built solely on lies and secrets.
But I can’t help myself.
I’m in love with two different men. And one of them is my brother-in-law.
He’s my drug. My fire. My addiction.
But he’s married to my best friend. And I’m married to my husband.
I’m not ashamed. I have no guilt.
I’m not fucked. I’m a fucked up person.
This is the story of how I ruined my life.
Nate and Brie were definitely written as tortured characters. I mean, who puts themselves through the nonsense they went through for 10+ years? To love someone so much but not be with them so you don’t hurt your roommate? Come one, I would be throwing that chick under the bus. She isn’t going to be rubbing my feet, making my dinner, or running my bath. LOL.
Brie was the worse for wear of the two characters. She not only settled, but was abused. She had a little more gumption and held out a bit longer than the dog Nate, but in the long run, Love definitely won out. I knew from the get go that the roommate was no good. She was a conniving witch and I could see the end game clearly early on. I was glad she got her just desserts.
Torrid Affair is a good read that gave us a great story about young love, angst, broken hearts, and loss.