Page 115 of My Fiancé's Brother

“Who?” He frowned. “You didn’t rent it, did you?”

I cleared my throat and then scratched my eyebrow. “I offered for Jackson to stay there.”

His head jerked back. “Excuse me?”

I swallowed, trying to bring some saliva into my dry mouth. “Irene didn’t want him around because he upset you. But Jackson is getting treatment at the military hospital. I didn’t think anyone would even care. It isn’t like we're seeing him.”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Matt. You don’t remember a lot, but you wanted Jackson to come and live with us. You insisted.”

“I never would have done that.”

“Well, it wasn’t me. You pushed for him to live with us, and you should know he was pretty great to both of us when he lived with us.”

“He isn’t welcome in our lives. I want you to ask him to leave.”

I felt my entire posture go rigid. “I'm not asking him to leave. He's been through enough.”

He gave a harsh laugh. “He’s been through enough? You’re really going to say that to me?”

“You don’t know everything.”

“Oh yeah? Are you going to throw my amnesia in my face every time we disagree?”

“That isn’t even fair but letting him camp out in a place we never use, isn’t a big deal.”

“Emily, if you knew what I knew, you wouldn't say that.”

“Well, I'm not going to kick him out. I'll pay for a hotel for Irene if she wants to go lie down during the day, but you can’t ask me to ask him to leave.”

“I'm not asking,” Matt glared at me. “I'm telling you.”

I looked at him in complete bafflement. “What exactly happenedbetween the two of you?”

He shook his head. “Just get rid of him. There's no room for him in our lives.”

“I will not.”

“You’re going to choose my dad’s charity case over your fiancé?” He sounded loud and rude.

My legs shook as I stood up.

“You’re leaving? Really? That’s your solution? To run away from this talk?”

“I can’t marry someone who keeps secrets from me, Matt.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” he yelled.

“I'm not entering into this marriage with a lot of secrets,” I repeated. “So think about that.”

“What’s all this commotion,” Irene said from the door.

“Ask your son,” I hitched my purse over my shoulder, “I'm going home.”

I walked down the hallway,my eyes blinded with tears. This was a nightmare that would not end.

“Emily!” a voice called from behind me. “Emily!”

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