The Nanny's Secret, The Wife's Revenge

woman I had thanked for saving my husban

at a hysterical laugh bubbled up from my chest. I l

he grief was a physical weight, but beneath i

Jace how to throw a football. Kassidy sat on a blanket nearby, watching them with a soft, proprietary

cold glass, forcing the rage d

ce flushed with a healthy glow. He wrapped his ar

ssed a great throw. Jac

just thinking about that," I said, my

myself to meet his eyes. "Ch

e random question. "O-ne

hat's

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ed. He had no idea. He genuinely

ked, his brow furrowed with fake conc

s handsome, lying face. Instead, I forc

see them. My mind replayed the nurse's words. A-positive.

that one casual comment, I might have gone the rest of

errand," I said,

ve you," h

than I intended. "I need some

ty gesture to support the career I had abandoned f

allery. I went strai

r me, her expressi

moment, I let myself

him," I said,

ed. Cheating is one thing, but this..." She trailed of

the words tasting like

tian was the perfect husband. The man who celebrates your dog

public image, the doting husband, the

ng cabinet and pulled out a thick

the last page, was Christian' s confident, flowing signature right below the i

I whispered, my fing

were assaulted by the smell of vanilla and sugar. The dining room

ke that looked like it belonged at a wedding. He had, once again

I know how much you love matcha, so I had

it out to me, the perfect, lov

steady, and forced a smile