The close call with Elena changed everything. For two days, I avoided Isaac completely. I made excuses to skip wedding planning sessions and stayed out of the house as much as possible. Every time I saw my sister’s smiling face or heard her talk about the future, guilt ate me alive. I loved Isaac, but I loved Elena too. I couldn’t keep doing this to her.
On the third night, I waited until the house was quiet and texted him: We need to talk. Guest room. Now.
He came in a few minutes later, closing the door softly behind him. His face looked tired, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. “Joyce.”
I stood up from the bed, arms crossed. “We have to stop this. For real this time.”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t do this.”
“I mean it, Isaac.” My voice shook. “Elena almost caught us. She’s my sister.
