The café had an artsy décor, and the air was filled with the fragrant aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
Seth Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair sat on opposite sides of a rustic wooden table, two cups of coffee resting between them.
For the moment, the two brothers were still relatively calm.
Ethan Sinclair still wore his usual composed and dignified expression of an older brother, and his tone was just as placid. "When did it start?"
The café was spacious and bright, illuminating the frank composure in Seth Sinclair's eyes. "The beginning of the year."
The beginning of the year.
Almost six months.
His own brother and the woman he loved had been together for half a year, right under his nose.
Ethan Sinclair suddenly felt as if the cool air in the room had turned into biting ice, flooding his lungs with every breath and chilling him to the bone.
Ethan Sinclair's gaze darkened. "Was it fun hiding it from me?"
