MY EX HUSBAND'S SECRET CHILD

, neither of th

n they were absorbed into the silence like stones dropped into still water, ripples fading unti

idn't fade. They just moved so

- in the kitchen, in the hallway outside their separate bedrooms - he was careful in a way he'd never bothered to be ca

because asking would mean admitting the night had mattered to her, a

stant, Grace, w

esh cup down on Mia's desk at the foundation office. "And you look like

m f

th the particular bluntness of someone who'd worked for her long

uldn't actually remember the answer, which was s

ecognize the wife of Damian Cross. She sat in a bathroom stall with the door locked and her heart going

at. Long enough that Grace texted

of what this meant and how it would look and what Damian's mother would say, there was something else. Something warm

he'd looked at her before he stopped himself. The on

disaster. Maybe this was the crack in the w

o tell him th

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t either of us planned, but I don't think it has to be the end of anything.* She practiced it in the elevator up to the penthouse, practiced it while s

r. Heard his footsteps, familiar after three years, com

older open on the desk in front of him, his expre

eadier than she felt. "I need t

she saw something soften in his face, something that ga

against the edge of the desk with both

lar stillness in his shoulders, the way he wasn't looking directly at h

hout her permission, and she thought - right up until the moment he slid the folder across the desk tow

was