The Dying Wife's Secret Baby Bump

tile under her bare feet, staring at the spot of red on her und

age. She knew the term from the frantic googling she had done on the toilet for th

e was married to Harrison Boyle. Str

or sat on the nightstand, cold and untouched. She picked it up and dropped it in the

to the window and pulled back the curtain. The Bentley was back

ng back to the city

t. The woman who had been Harrison's "companion" for the past year. The tabloids

w, she just felt relief. If he was with Kerry, he wasn't

into bed. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, he

to the tiny life ins

ome. The fear was a living thing, coile

her out of a fitful doze. She sat up, her heart r

wood. "Mr. Boyle has instructed you to go to

he words not maki

g outside. You n

grabbed her phone. She opened a b

hit her like a

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fury, shielding Kerry from the flashbulbs. They were trapped in the re

ng into place. He needed a cleanup crew. And

istress and smile for the cameras. To tell the world that the photos were taken out of

oic, supportive wife. The woman who turned

tos, at the chaos surroundin

her. They were drowning, and

rafts wer

e fear, the desperation, the helplessness-it all e

re. She was a commodity.

he chose a cream-colored dress that hugged her curves and made her skin glow. She applied h

g back at her wasn't Arlene Boyle, the trapped and te

walked out of the room

searching. She looked up Kerry Morrow's net worth, her upcoming movie deal

to the Peninsula Hotel, she ha

ind metal barricades, their cameras flashing like strob

The noise hit her like a wave-shouts, qu

Mrs. Boyle,

about the phot

marriag

he stood tall, her shoulders back, her chin up. She looked at the cr

l, practiced smile.

olding the door for her. The noise faded

of calm in the storm. A secu

he said, leading her t

hind her. She watched the numbers climb,

en. But for the first time, she w