My Husband's Secret Journal
ecision. If Ethan wouldn't c
my father had provided for us after our marriage, though in
things from the Miller townhouse and move them, along with Eth
ix this, we needed to
arrived, despite the luxurious furnishings.
ed to ch
sy, too stressed, to eat properly. In my
ed boiling water a culinary fe
chef at one of m
nt. "I need a recipe. Something... impressive.
patiently walked me through a recipe for coq au
rocery list, I
ing, stirring, and near-disasters. I ma
in simmered on the stove, and the a
get Et
cemail. His office line. His secr
e wa
him. Even in our first life, he was a
g. It was Noah Davis, Ethan's best frien
n with you?" Noa
ing to reach him.
'The Velvet Rope' downtown," Noah said, his voice hesitant. "H
otoriously disreputable, nightclub. The kind
ind of trouble?"
e. Something about a
wo
ead seepe
," I said, gra
eace offering, sat f
jamb. Pain shot up my arm. I cradled my throbbing f
made going to be
et Rope, the street was swarming wit
en I s
ha
is suit jacket gone, his tie loos
rrying a woma
ainst his chest. Even from a distance, in the ch
d exactly
was like looking int
rters, his face a grim mas
mine, my le
d. She opened her eyes, looked up at Et
mething, too lo
ion softened almost imperceptibly as he
eyes met mine over
in his gaze. Just a
way, leaving me standing alone on the side
the penthouse,
why did she loo
, I heard a k
an was still with him, l
thouse, her eyes wide. Wh
le breathless. "You must be Olivia. Et
hesitant smile. "I'm
dark hair, same eyes, same bone structur
ere, Ethan?" I deman
aid, his tone flat. He led Sophia to
What about a hotel? O
" Ethan said, avoiding my gaze. "
" I couldn't believ
cold as chips of ice. "Unless you'd prefer I take her somewhere els
in the air. If I objected
a desperate fear of l
e was using i
expression a mixture of fear and something
d tasting like ash in m
uched Sophia's lips before she quick
d, his face
tle, painful thing. "Wel
au vin sat cold and forgot
lized, had just become far more com