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My Husband's Secret Journal

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1079    |    Released on: 03/06/2025

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

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