My Husband's Secret Public Wife

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robbed, but it wasn't from a headache. It was

n' t question it. He just kissed my forehea

leaming glass tower loomed over me. This was h

I texted Jamie Mason. My old college fri

e for coffee? I

Eliza! What a surprise!

when she saw me. "Eliza! It's been too long!" She hugg

I said, forcing a smile. "Thou

y, the air buzzing with the morn

"Still the charming workaholic?" She chuckled. "You

"Something like that," I said, trying

gan, trying to sound casual, "I had a quick ques

n eyebrow. "Su

retreats. Or most company events, for that matter," I s

s the opposite. Spouses are almost always invited. Especially t

re was a very strict policy against it

in them. "Eliza, that's absolutely not true. It's never been true.

coffee cup clattered against the

irm. "I work in HR, remember? I draft those po

ind an explanation for Gavin. Any explanation. "Maybe... maybe he just

ing. "Eliza, what's going on? Has Ga

d quickly, perhaps too quickly. "J

an tell me anything." She paused, then took a deep breath. "Look, I've always

ounded. "A

"Gavin... he ne

tched. "What

company dinner," Jamie explained, her

o shake uncontrol

t assumed she was you. For years, w

hysical blow. "Wh

ft with pity. "She owns Bryant Solutions. T

in the company press release.

been bringing her?" I asked

a... ever since he joined th

e exact length

t married. He brought her to events

er as his wife?" I asked, the words fe

re incredibly private, Eliza. Or maybe just changed your name a

While I was hi

of being erased. Eight

ing my trembling hand. "I'm so sorr

pulling my hand away. My vision blurre

telling me." I turned and ran, the tears finally breaking free. I ra

ight years of

so naive. S

rous life with Chanelle. While I was at home, rai

he beautiful, successful wife he

woman. The hidden wife. The