The Superstar's Runaway Wife With Triplets

y test report slip in her hands at

omposed of shades of gray, carrying her entire universe.Three tiny, dis

dn't control bloomed on her face, a secret, radiant warmth spreading through her chest. It wa

engine turning off in the drive

li

rp, excited thud. He

the pages of a screenplay lying on her desk. Her secret. Their secret, soon. She wanted to tel

her first apartment. His suitcase, a sleek black monolith, sat in th

A small, wifely ritual. She'd unpack for him, hang h

id open with

d bergamot cologne. This was something else. Sweet. Cloyin

the top layer, a custom Tom

balled up instead of folded. It was

it up. Her br

axy, cherry-red lipstick. An almost perfect imprin

uddenly felt thick, unbreathable. She felt the warmth from moments ago dr

against the suitc

nd phone. The private one. The one onl

me. No number. Just a si

it. The buzzing was relentless, a f

lumsy and numb. She pressed the p

red through the speaker. "Julian, baby, did yo

t the tears wouldn't fall. She bit down on her lower lip, the sharp pain a

a low, intimate sound. "Playing sil

ne wen

ing silently on the thick rug. A dull

he front door keypad sounded, follow

giving instructions to the maid calmly an

sharp, pierced t

he bottom of the suitcase, burying it under a pile of other clo

stomach, a desperate

hear

Not theirs.

to a world built on this lie. She would not let

master bathroom. Her reflection was a stranger-p

uls of icy water, splashing them onto her face again and again, the shock of

d to build a wall of ice around her heart, a fo

. And she had to b