My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan)
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CHAPTER 022: Brooklyn Bridge ~~Julie~~

I'm home early, lounging in the living room, pretending to flip through a fashion magazine. But my focus keeps drifting to Emily. She's sprawled out on the yoga mat, twisting her body into impossible poses that make me question if she's made of rubber rather than bone. "Doesn't that hurt?" I blurt out, unable to stop myself. There's no way a human being can bend that far without something snapping.

Emily chuckles, glancing over her shoulder at me without breaking her stretch. "Actually, it feels freeing." She turns her head just enough to offer a mischievous smile. "You should try it. Might help you loosen up."

I snort. "Yeah, right. I'm in my thirties. My body doesn't do... that," I gesture toward her, "and I'm perfectly happy keeping all my joints intact, thanks."

Emily slowly untangles herself from the pose and shifts into another, making it look as effortless as breathing. "Age is just a number, Julie. You're only as old as you feel."

I flip a page in the magazine, pretending to read. "Then must be ancient, because there's no way I'm doing that."

"Suit yourself."

Just then, my phone buzzes. I glance down and see my mother's name flashing on the screen, and immediately, my stomach tightens. This can't mean anything good.

I take a deep breath, already bracing for whatever new drama she's about to unload. "What now?" I answer, skipping any kind of greeting.

"Step out of the house," my mother says. "Meet me at Brooklyn Bridge."

"Brooklyn Bridge?" I echo. "It's eight o'clock at night, Mom."

"Do you have a curfew, Julie?"

I sigh, knowing there's no point in arguing. "No."

"Then get off whatever couch you're glued to and meet me there," she snaps, hanging up before I can respond.

I stare at the phone in disbelief, then lower it slowly. "Great," I mutter, tossing the magazine aside.

Emily glances up from her yoga mat, her curiosity piqued. "Everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I push off the couch, grabbing my keys and stuffing them into my pocket.

I head for the door with an uneasy feeling in my gut. Whatever this is, it's not going to be good. But when has anything involving my mother ever been good?

The cool night air bites at my skin as I step out of my car, parking at Brooklyn Bridge Park. I glance at my phone, checking the coordinates my mother sent, and follow the directions, each step accompanied by the steady hum of traffic and the occasional blare of a horn. 1/3

CHAPTER 022: Brooklyn Bridge

It feels like I've been walking for ages when I finally spot her. She's standing at the edge of the bridge, facing the water, her back to me. Even from a distance, I can tell she's dressed impeccably, like she's on her way to some black-tie event. Only my mother would step out of the house looking like she's attending a gala at this time of night.

I stop a few feet away, watching her for a moment. She looks so calm, almost serene, like she's lost in thought. But I know better than to be fooled by appearances. This is just the calm before the storm. "What's this about, Mom?" I ask, my voice tight.

She doesn't turn around immediately, her gaze still fixed on the water below. When she finally does, her eyes sweep over me, pausing on my tracksuit and flip-flops. "You came out of the house in that?" Of course, the fashion critique. "I'm not in the mood for a lecture about my wardrobe choices. Why am I

here?"

She turns back to the water, her voice soft but edged with something sharp. "Isn't the view beautiful? The lights, the height... the water. It's incredible, isn't it? You know, people rarely survive a fall from here." "Can we get to the point, please?"

She sighs, her tone shifting to something more dangerous. "What were you thinking, getting yourself a boyfriend?"

i blink, caught off guard. I should have known this was Ryan's doing. "What does it matter to you?"

Her head whips around, her eyes narrowing. "What does it matter? Ryan isn't just your business, Julie. He's the family's business. Do you have any idea how much he's done for us? He pays our bills, he's even covering my trip to Rio this December. You think this is just about you?"

Anger boils up in my chest, rising fast and hot. "I'm not responsible for how you manage your life, Mom. And I'm certainly not entertaining your opinions on my marriage."

She laughs, shaking her head. "You really don't get it, do you? Men cheat, Julie. It's what they do. You need to accept it and move on. Stop being so naive."

I stare at her, my fists clenching. "It's the 21st century, Mom. I don't have to accept anything. I'm not going to conform to your outdated, patriarchal rules just because you think I should."

"I've lived a lot longer than you, Julie. You don't know anything. You think you're so smart, but you're just a naïve little girl playing dress-up in the real world."

My jaw tightens. I can feel the words bubbling up before I can stop them. "If knowing anything means becoming you, then thank God I'm ignorant. I love Dad, but even I know he was a piece of shit, chasing every woman that crossed his path."

The slap comes out of nowhere, sharp and stinging across my cheek. We both freeze.

I stare at her, my cheek burning, my mind racing. She doesn't move, doesn't say anything. But I can see it in her eyes-the fury, the disappointment, the expectation that I'll crumble, apologize, beg for forgiveness. don't. "Fuck you," I say.

I start to turn away, but I barely make it a step before her hand shoots out and snatches my arm. Her grip is like steel, her fingers digging into my flesh with a strength I never knew she had. It hurts.

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CHAPTER 022: Brooklyn Bridge

"Let me go!" I snap.

My skin burns where her fingers press. I try to pull away, but she yanks me forward instead, dragging me closer to the railing at the edge of the bridge.

A fresh wave of panic surges through me.

"Mom, stop!" I say, louder now, but all I get in response is her cold, unwavering stare. I try again, pushing at her with my free hand, but she doesn't flinch.

The edge of the bridge comes closer with each step she forces me to take. I glance over my shoulder, down at the dark water far below.

"Let me go," I say again, but the words sound small, powerless.

She pulls me even closer to the railing, her face close to mine, her breath brushing against my cheek, warm and smelling faintly of wine.

"If you don't promise me you'll make things right with Ryan," she whispers, "I swear I'll push you off this bridge, and no one will ever replace you. And after you're gone, I'll unleash your younger sister on Ryan. She'll be the perfect little wife you never were." Today's Bonus Offer

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