My Husband's Secret Journal

ing to sound cheerful as I carried

he was settling Sophia on the sofa,

y," he said, his

th wide, appreciative eyes. "Oh, that

hasis on the 'you' tha

" I said, fo

n back at me, his expression unreadable

le something might be nice. I haven't eaten all day.

softened. "Alright.

eside her as she ate, watching her with a solicitousness t

mpt to bridge the chasm between us, was r

was time for bed, Ethan

's nervous in a new place. I'll sleep in the gue

furthest from the mast

to sleep?" I asked, my

His tone implied it was a space I occupied alone,

, then help Sophia into the adjacent room, his

empty master bed, the s

her here? Was this his way of punishing me

were a blur of c

I recognized as styles he knew I liked. He took her to art galleries, to quiet, expensive res

ct he knew well. He used to send them to my office anonymously in our first life, a gesture I'd dismissed as se

Ethan, whispered. I caught s

uch happier wi

e the mistress, doesn'

what Mr. Cole n

a fresh stab o

ure of the penthouse I rarely used. She was dressed in a

she said, smiling at me. "But

ped," letting out a small shriek

elp, but Ethan was there before

sputtering, coughing

fury I'd never seen directed at me, not e

ia?" he snarled, cradl

I cried, shocked by th

sbelief. "Or did you push her? Are you that

with feigned terror. "It was an accident, Et

ed off, her imp

n said, his voice like ice. "I

eaving me standing by the

bones, a chilling reminder of the glacier I had built bet

, a stranger, o

was a hollow ac