My husband asked me to “lend” my sister for his reunion—just one night, he said.

My husband asked me to “lend” my sister for his reunion—just one night, he said. But the way they practiced my memories felt too real… and the one call I made next changed everything.
My husband wanted my sister to be his wife for a day. His brother wanted me for life.

My husband, Damen, had this way of dropping bombs like he was asking me to pass the salt. We were eating dinner—pasta I’d made after a 12-hour day at the firm because Damen said he was too tired to cook, even though he’d been home since three. I was twirling spaghetti around my fork when he said,
“So, my ten-year reunion is next month, and I need Nikki to come with me.”