I froze, then involuntarily laughed:

— Are you crazy? Today is my wedding. With your brother!

— Yes, I know… — his voice trembled, — but I can’t stand seeing you by his side anymore. It’s killing me.

I shook my head sharply:

— No. Stop. This is wrong.

But he stepped closer and suddenly tried to hug me. I pushed him away with all my strength and slapped him.

— Don’t you ever dare touch me again! — I shouted, and with tears in my eyes, I ran out of the room.

And now I don’t know how to look him in the eyes, how to act normal around him. Or whether I should tell my husband about it at all.