During the wedding, my husband’s brother suddenly said that he wanted to have a serious talk with me and asked me to wait for him in the bathroom: What he told me left me in shock

During the wedding, my husband’s brother suddenly said that he wanted to have a serious talk with me and asked me to wait for him in the bathroom: What he told me left me in shock 😨😱

The wedding was going as planned: laughter, music, congratulations. I was happy, because I was marrying the man I loved with all my heart. But at one moment, my fiancé’s brother came up to me and whispered:

— I need to tell you something. It’s very important.

A chill ran through me.

— Yes, of course… what happened?

He quickly looked around and added:

— Not here. Let’s meet in the bathroom in five minutes. Don’t say a word to my brother.

— What do you mean? What’s going on? — I felt the anxiety rising inside me.

— You’ll find out soon, — he replied shortly and walked away.

I can’t explain how I endured those five minutes. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty. I told my fiancé I needed to go to the bathroom and headed there.

My husband’s brother was already waiting for me inside. At first there was an awkward silence between us, then he began to speak.

What he said left me in shock 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

— I can’t keep silent anymore… I’ve been in love with you for a long time.

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.

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