The One I Couldn’t Let Go by Cold Prince epub vk download

Kelly

"This is Kelly Brook on Channel 5 News," I began, my voice steady even as my heart hammered. "Anderson Grant, America's rising star, has filed for divorce after a decade-long marriage to Miss A, sources close to the couple confirm that this decision comes as a surprise to Miss A, who was not informed prior to the filing. 

I paused, panic rising. But I had to steady myself, I was on live television and  nationwide, people were watching.

"We'll bring you more updates on this developing story, stay tuned!" 

The broadcast ended, and the moment the cameras switched off, I exhaled sharply. Peeling off my earpiece, I leaned back, trying to control the anxiety clawing at my chest.

Anderson wasn't just a headline. He was my husband. My secret husband.

For ten years, we had kept our marriage out of the spotlight. The world adored him, but no one knew he belonged to me. I had agreed to keep it private, thinking it would protect us. But now, I wasn't sure if that secrecy had been my shield or my undoing.

My phone buzzed on the desk.

Mom Grant.

I stared at the name, my jaw tightening. I didn't have the strength for her right now. Declining the call, I pushed the phone away, but it buzzed again and again.

I sighed and grabbed it, only to see the message flash across my screen:

'I told you, you won't last in this marriage'

The words hit like a punch to the gut. Typical Evelyn Grant. She had made it her mission to remind me I wasn't good enough for her son. From the day Anderson and I exchanged vows, she had questioned my every move, even made snide remarks.

I was used to her taunts; living with my in-laws for 10 years had been a survival of the fittest. But today, her words felt like more than just venom-they felt like a prophecy she had made nine years ago.

"Are you okay?" a voice broke through my thoughts. I nodded, stepping out of the office.

......

The city streets blurred past as I gripped the steering wheel, my thoughts spinning faster than the car's tires. My fingers hovered over Anderson's name in my contact list before I finally pressed Call.

No answer.

I called again. Still nothing.

Frustration boiled over. 

'We need to talk, call me' I fired off the text and threw the phone onto the passenger seat.

A buzz. My heart leapt. Maybe he was finally responding. But it wasn't Anderson. It was a notification. My stomach dropped as I read the headline.

Breaking News: Anderson Grant Spotted With Mystery Woman!

My fingers trembled as I opened the link, the photos loading slowly, pixel by pixel. And then I saw her. The woman with Anderson wasn't a stranger.

It was Kate. My twin sister.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head as tears stung my eyes. It couldn't be true.

The car came to a halt, and I stepped down. Within seconds, everything went dark.....

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