My Wife Threw Her Secret Child a Party

Camille must have been worried I would ruin the celebration she had put together, because she had called in the bodyguards. I had barely stepped outside before a group of men came straight for me.

I looked at them, and a bitter half-smile tugged at my lips.

"Mrs. Thorne? What are you doing here?"

These were the same men I had personally hired to protect Camille before I left the country. Now, in some cruel twist, the very bodyguards I had paid for had been turned on me.

"Ms. Thorne hasn't asked us for a single thing in all these years, so when she finally did, we jumped at it. But this has to be a mix-up, right? There's no way she actually wants us to throw you out."

I looked at their bewildered faces, shook my head, and said quietly, "It's probably just a misunderstanding."

What was I supposed to say? That I had a home I could not go back to? That the moment I returned to the country, I discovered my wife was cheating on me and had a kid the age of their affair’s length to show for it?

After the bodyguards left, I turned back for one long look at the front door, then started to walk away. However, just as I stepped into the elevator and the doors began to close, a hand shot through the gap.

I hit the button to hold the doors open. When I looked up, I was staring right into Camille's eyes. She seemed just as surprised to find me there.

She recovered quickly, stepped inside, and leaned against the wall with an impatient look. "Why are you back?

"You couldn't even give me a heads-up? Ryland, do you have any idea how badly you've messed up my plans?

"You're always like this. You do whatever you feel like, whenever you feel like it. You're a grown man. Can you stop acting like a child?"

When I said nothing, she must have picked up on my mood, because she let out a sigh and softened her tone. "Look, it's not what you think.

"Once I'm done here, I'll explain everything. Okay?"

Then, as if something else had occurred to her, she looked me up and down and sighed again. "I've got things set up at the house right now. Don't come home yet.

"Find somewhere to stay on your own. I'll reach out once I'm done."

Camille's timing was impeccable. The moment she finished, the elevator reached the ground floor. I opened my mouth to say something, but she turned on her heel and cut me off.

"Behave yourself. Don't make trouble.

"I'm going to pick up a few things."