His Secret Wife, My Broken Heart

ued my work, dropping a pair of di

ace," I said, my voice flat. "I'm just ma

grabbed my arm, his grip tight

of me,

is eyes searching mine. "S

into my chin. "Is this about the ceremony? I told

u're an excellent actor, Carter. You b

" he asked, his voi

creen. Erlene's name flashed. His entire demeanor changed. T

red the phone. "Erlene? W

low murmur of comfort. He was gone, jus

icker of hope had been extinguished. It did

e of candy that had been sweet for a moment but had t

s a text from an unkno

d in Carter's arms in his bed. The shee

text cam

arline. Where he's

back to me, claiming he was tired from work. All

her

e like you? He told me your marriage was a jok

you. Not for

n't hurt as much as the truth they confirmed. I knew

for a love that

pushing Erlene in a wheelchair, her head resting weakly against his shoulder. He fussed ove

s. I could see the way his eyes lingered on her, the raw l

rave battle" with her illness. A slideshow started playing on a l

out-of-focus figure in the background, my face barely

Erlene and Carter, his arms wrapped around her from behind as she painted. Th

happy photos were replaced by star

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tive gasp filled the roo

chaos