My Husband's Secret Journal
s. Ethan's name was carved deep int
fault. A
gh the fog of my grief. The charity gala
s forehead. He'd been drugged. So
n't h
oice dripping with the contempt I felt for ou
ocked himself in a cold, unused bathroom in our Hamptons place, fighting off whatever poison w
ow then. I
ter he was gone. Aft
reds of them. Photos of me I didn't e
Taken the blame for my social blunders. Nursed me through that awful flu. Bought that
m for Liam. He wrote about letting
my father, while his own health crumble
ay, crushed me. I got in my car, tears blind
e frozen tears. Music swelled, a familiar classical
s place. T
against my ribs. N
one I wore to the annual Miller Industries
to my mouth
me. Ethan. He was here. He was
this
llroom, a sea of tuxedos and g
ughing socialites, my apologies
r. Henderson, one of my father's smarmy bus
as holding two
ice was too lo
kering in his eyes. Hend
" I almost shouted
y fingers digging into his slee
n at my face, his expression u
? What'
him away from a startled Henderson. I
a side door, into a quiet corrid
is?" he started, his voice low and
eling it? Had Henderson a
trembling. I reached out, touche
me, widened slightly. He stared at
well," he mumbled
spered. "I'll t
ime, I
a lavishly decorated room. He sank onto t
ning," he said,
taking his hands.
re dilated. Fear, raw and new, mi
y voice softer than I
se the past, to show him, somehow, that this t
st, then deeper. A sil
I felt the shock
ia he knew, the one who flinched from his touc
ugh him. A small sound, a sig
en limp in mine, tighte
hungry, as if he'd been starving for
was something else too. A raw need that mirrored my own sudden, ov
g around my waist, and I went will
rifying. And yet,
g time, lost in a haze of sen
s hands explored my back, my hair, wit
yes, really looked,
I sa
n his journal. The love he'd hidden so we
depths of his gaze, v
ave been so b
t life, our first life
me scandal I'd been too reckless to avoid, or perhaps it was j
disdain, a convenient t
sy escape I'd craved. I'd demanded a divorce from Ethan and left with
ries faced disaster. A hostile
m that night at the gala, poured everythi
d then he collap
me after the funeral, along with a notice of a subs
lders.
s, shielding me from my own impulsiveness. How he'd taken the fall f
, staying by my side for days, even
e I'd drunkenly confessed to dreaming abo
is sacrifices, his unwavering love, even knowing I planned to
elfless devotion of the man I'
armth of his body, the reality
't fail you. I'll cheri
wea