My Husband's Secret Journal

as filtering through the

ger than I remembered. The lines of stress that had been

I reached out, gently brushing a st

his eyes flu

unguarded look in them as he f

y a chilli

lling away from my tou

?" he asked, his voice fl

. I'd hoped... I don't know what I'd hoped. That the

trying to keep my voice st

otel suite, then back at me, his

ion? – crossed his face before his ma

is movements stiff. He walked to

in, to tell him about my regret, a

in my throat. How

eadable. "I think it's best w

ysical blow. Divorce? Now?

whispere

arefully aimed dart. "This marriage was a mi

Ethan from the journal, the Ethan whose hidde

Ethan I had created in ou

night..."

his tone dismissive. "Likely due to whatever... a

or. "I'll have my l

n he wa

in the room

n too. He had to be. That coldness, that immediate talk of divorce...

hated m

in my first life, so sure of my own desires, so blind to his. Now,

wasn't l

stand. I had to prove t

ied to talk to my fa

is study at our New York townhouse. "Harrison Corporat

ld surprise. "A bad feeling, Olivia? Since when are yo

fe, I'd shown no interest in Miller Indu

nt," I insisted. "They might try a

illiant lad. He'll handle anything Harrison throws at us." He patted my h

thin me. He wouldn't l

at evening. His phone rang end

know I hurt you. I was awful. But I've changed. I w

ked on the la

n't ca

he Miller Industries headquarters. H

without a hint of recognition, then he turned and strod

was a fresh

im again t

me, he

, Olivia?" His vo

me. I know why you're doing this. You rem

e tantrums? Your affairs? Your demand for a divorce so you could run

a fool! I regret it all. I lo

meaning of the word. You just don't like

s not

ve this sudden transformation? Af

n pro

dening. "I've already instructed my lawyer to draw

e hun

past actions. The wall he'd built around his heart was a fortress of

a few words, more than

I had. And I didn't even