The CEO's Secret Son and His Doctor Wife

The director's voice was warm on the other end of the line. "But you under

at I needed. A place to disappear. The on

d for you," he promised. "Just

mething like hope cutting through th

ght home. Our home. The t

ow a grotesque parody. A pair of matching coffee mugs on the counter. A framed photo of us on our we

in first, shattering at the bottom of the bag. The photo frame followed, the glass cracking. I tore every picture of us from its frame, ripp

ragged them to the curb, a cleansi

y clothes. Everything that was mine. I arranged for a shipping comp

't come hom

g. He dropped his briefcase and pulled me into an embra

you," he murmur

erent woman's perfume on his shirt. All I could picture was him ho

ile faded, replaced by a look of concer

I said, my

ries of gift-wrapped boxes from his briefc

the same one Hayden had been wearing at the hospital. The same one he'd gifted me for my birthday back in college, forgetting my severe allergy to one of its

d for

face and demand to know how he could do this

eye, my voice hard. "I want a

. "We've talked about this. The company just launched a new initiat

rom where I stood-Hayden's voice on the other end, an

with me. His love, his future, his fa

like a brand of his betrayal. "It's work," he s

ndow as he got into h

. My phone buzzed with a notification. A friend request

h Leo at the park, at a restaurant we used to frequent, on a carousel. And below the images, a string of

sting as a physical blow. I lurched forward, my hand flying t

As a doctor, I knew the signs. A possibility, bot

come home

own hospital. I asked a trust

ults, her eyes crinkling a

her voice bright with a joy I couldn