*Anna*“What the hell?” Scott demands, flying up out of his chair. “This entire time, you’ve been lying to us? Fred, did you know about this?” he demands, shouting at his brother.“Not until yesterday,” Grant’s father admits. “That’s when I told her she needed to tell all of you right away so I didn’t have to keep lying to everyone, the way that Mary has been lying to us.”“You knew before yesterday?” Hattie asks her sister-in-law.Mary keeps her cool. “I’ve known since that day we went to plan Grandmother Trudy’s retirement party at Grant’s office. He told me then.”“And you didn’t tell me?” Hattie asks, as if the two of them are good friends who share all each other’s secrets.“No, didn’t, Hattie. Grant asked me to keep it a secret. Of course, I’d honor my son’s wishes rather than tell you something like that. Besides, this is Anna’s story to tell, not anyone else’s.” This is the closest to mad I’ve ever heard Mary sound.“When did you find out, Grant?” Veronica asks, a disgusted lo
*Anna*“Why do you say that?” I ask Hattie after she says how glad she is that I’m not here. Of course, she has no idea that I’m sitting a few feet in front of her. I’ve got to say that this costume has definitely served its purpose.“Oh, have you met Anna?” Hattie rolls her eyes. “She’s just terrible.”“Excuse me?” Grant says, and I can pick up on the irritation in his voice. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”Hattie just shrugs. “I know that, Grant. We all do. We’ve been trying to talk you into divorcing that useless bitch for years.”I see Grant’s mouth moving, but I speak up faster this time. “Can you tell me more about her? I’d like to know exactly what it is about your niece-in-law that makes you think she’s a useless bitch.” Down at the other end of the table, I see Trudy’s head tip to the side. She’s the only one of the family members who doesn’t know the truth that is actually trying to figure out what’s going on here. She is intelligent enough to know that this doesn’t
*Grant*We are quiet on the way to the restaurant. Anna is wearing her disguise, so she doesn’t look like my wife. She looks like the woman I once insisted I wasn’t dating, that I had no link to whatsoever. Even if I wanted to kiss her right now, I couldn’t. I might knock her fake nose off.She’s staring out the window, her mother sitting across from us on her own seat, facing us. Evening is falling across the city, with ribbons of pink and orange glinting off tall silver buildings. In my opinion, the city is at its most lovely this time of day, and in the morning when the opposite effect occurs from a rising sun.Traffic is lighter than normal through the business section of town, but the closer we get to the restaurant district, the more crowded the streets and sidewalks become. Taxis fly by, honking their horns. Pedestrians hurry across the street, sometimes obeying traffic laws and sometimes taking their chances that drivers will stop. A cacophony of noise melds together, becoming
*Anna*Ordinarily, I wouldn’t bother Poppy on a Sunday, but I need her help, so I call her bright and early. She answers on the second ring and sounds just as chipper as she does this early in the morning at the office. I’ve never been much of a morning person, though I’ve had to make myself be sometimes, particularly when my tasks at the Young family home required me to be, but even at my fakest, I am not nearly as excited as Poppy is.“Hi, Anna!” she greets me. “Hope everything is okay. It’s not like you to call on a Sunday. Did everything go all right with Grant’s parents last night?”I’d sent her a text the day before to let her know what was going on with Grant, and while we hadn’t talked, she’s sent me a few texts to try to calm me down.“As well as can be expected,” I reply. “Fred was a jerk, but then, that’s what I thought would happen. He said some pretty rude things, and that got me thinking. I don’t really owe anyone an explanation for why I’ve made the choices I have, and
*Anna*Grant is smiling at me like I’m a delicious snack that he can’t wait to swallow whole. I unclasp my bra and toss it aside, and he drools. My panties come next. I kick them aside like I’m trying to make a goal in soccer. Then, I back up a few steps and drop down into the pool.The water is slightly cool, despite the heater being on, since it is autumn outside. Instantly, my nipples harden, but it feels refreshing on my skin. Grant stares at me for a moment as I crest the surface and brush my hair out of my face.“Well, are you just going to stand there, husband, or are you going to join me?” I ask in the most sultry voice I can muster.He slips his boxers down his hips and attempts to wiggle out of them, but they catch around his ankles, and when he goes to jump into the pool, he nearly trips. I cover my mouth as we both burst out laughing, and Grant basically falls into the pool in a belly buster.When he comes up, he says, “Now, that was sexy, wasn’t it, baby?”I’m still laugh
*Grant*I walk my parents out the door to their car while Anna and Sarah wait inside. My mother has a sympathetic smile on her face, but my father just seems bewildered.I can’t blame him for that, but at the same time, he could’ve been nicer. Rocking back and forth from heel to toe, I consider what to say while they remark about how lovely the house is at night.It would be easier to say nothing at all, but that’s what the Grant from two months ago would’ve done. I inhale deeply and say, “You know, Dad, I love you, but you owe Anna an apology.”He turns and looks at me, his eyes wide as if I’ve said something shocking. “What do you mean?”“What do I mean? Dad, you’ve been belittling her and saying she couldn’t accomplish anything for years. Now, you find out she’s the highly successful CEO of a major corporation, and you’re not even impressed with that?”“Well, son, come on,” he says with a shrug. “She inherited a major corporation that was already successful. She had nothing to do w