My Anniversary, His Secret Wife

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solid. I stared at my phone, numb, then frantically redialed Ca

tic drumbeat against my ribs. A sharp, searing pain shot through

ified, a relentless tearing sensation. I tried to push myself up, but my body wouldn't ob

ed towards the door, my fingers scrabbling fo

through bright corridors, the cold efficiency of the emergency room. My fingers still clutc

e?" A familiar voice b

eyes, peered down at me. Dr. Benji Davenport. My high school friend. H

voice was a

me. What happened, Alicia

words. The pain wa

y chart, his brow furrowed. "We're doing everythi

a physical blow. Misca

me a tissue, his touch gentle. He prescribed something f

er?" he asked, h

e to speak. The humiliation

ezed my hand again. "It's okay.

reeched to a halt outside the ER entrance. The door flew open,

ow's the baby? Is everything okay?" He enveloped me in a

fell to his pristine white shirt. A faint, smu

to ice. Kenley's

dangerously low, laced with a v

"I told you, babe. An emergency mee

rsh, brittle sound. "Was it with Kenley? Di

king about? Are you delirious from t

in. "This. This is what I'm talking about. And this." I pulled out my phon

o is that? I don't know her. Ma

at the hospital entrance, a beaming smile on her face. She held a small, elega

s us. "I know you said to keep it quiet, but I just had t

hly shoving it back at her. "Kenley! What are you doing here?" H

ling. She looked like a wounded fawn. "Carte

who sent love letters to my boyfriend for years? The one who publicly declared he

ing. "Alicia, stop! You're hysterical

erile hospital air. Then, with all the strength I had left, I pulled out my "marriage cert

g my vision. "This piece of paper. It's f