My Secret Lover

It's common knowledge that Ethan married me only because I look like his first love.

Three years of marriage, and he never once slept with me, because he thought it would be a desecration of his first love.

On the surface, I was madly in love with him. In reality, I was blowing through his money like crazy and keeping a man on the side.

But now there's a problem.

The man I've been keeping… how does he look exactly like the richest man in New York? And even have the same name?

Chapter 1

As I was picking out clothes for tonight's date, Ethan Hayes pulled his Rolls-Royce Phantom into the driveway.

I quickly shoved the pile of La Perla lingerie and the brand-new Agent Provocateur sets back into the closet and slammed the door shut.

The second Ethan stepped inside the house, my whole mood flipped—my eyes instantly welled up, looking fragile and on the verge of tears.

“You actually came home,” I said, my voice carrying just the right amount of choke.

Ethan strode over, towering in his Tom Ford suit. He looked down at me. “Ava's back in the country, Wen.”

Ava—his first love. Supposedly a woman who looks just like me.

“Our marriage contract is for three years.”

“Today marks two years and eight months.”