The Secret Life She Hid

ll rang. He wasn' t expecting anyone. Sarah was out, supposedly running errands before her

easy, confident smirk. And holding his hands were two small children, a boy and a girl, who stared up at Ethan with w

than asked, his voi

ce himself. "We had a bit of an emergency. Our babysitter cancelled last minute, an

his man, her secret lover, bring their secret ch

o of David's hand and pointed a small finger at Ethan.

sweetie. This is...

t out, saw the scene on the porch, and her face went as

g here?" she demanded, he

e replied, his tone chall

uted, running to her and hugging

l from the drawing. The sweet boy from the phone call. It was all rea

he said through gritted teeth, her smile a terrifying rict

ldren. He looked at the expensive, well-made clothes they wore, the high-end stroller David was leaning against. The extra credit card he thought was for her business expenses, the fre

on the porch-David, the children, a pale Sarah, and a stone-faced Ethan-and her face fell. She stopped dead in th

accompanied by a cold, hard certainty. He wasn't just a husband; he was an investor. His mone

dropped, but he had seen her. He wondered how long she had known. How many of his neighbors had watched David's ca

dren and push David back toward his car. She looked pathetic, a cornered

ting calmly on his knees. He could hear their frantic, whispered argument from the driveway. He didn't need to he