LOGINMy husband is a whore and a powerful politician running for Governor he has a flawless public image. But behind closed doors, I’m the wife who cleans up scandals, swallows betrayal, and signs my name under his ambition. I gave up my Law career to protect his, learned to ignore the women, to stay quiet thinking I could save my marriage until I couldn’t. Then his intern moved into his orbit. Young. Dangerously hot and Off-limits . What starts as an affair turns into a secret that could destroy a marriage, a campaign, and more than one life. This isn’t a love story. And it isn’t what people expect from a political marriage gone wrong. It’s about what happens when a woman who has spent years cleaning other people’s messes finally makes one of her own. Everybody thinks they know how this story goes they don’t
View MoreEvelyn I heard the knock at seven thirty and went to open the front door Maddie stood on the other side in a black dress with a bottle of wine in one hand. She smiled when she saw me and I stepped back to let her in. “Evelyn,” she said. “Maddie,” I said. We hugged briefly. She smelled expensive. Her hair was freshly done. The last time I had seen her was at Theo’s mother’s funeral years ago when everything between us was still raw neither of us knew the universe will bring us together again like this. She was standing in my own doorway now felt like a completely different lifetime. Richard came in behind her and pulled me into a full hug before I finished stepping back. “Evelyn finally.” His warmth hit me so immediately I laughed despite myself. Theo came in last. Maddie grabbed him the moment she saw him. He held her back. Over her shoulder his eyes found mine briefly. Clara had been in my kitchen since ten that morning. The house had smelled extraordinary for hours.
The flowers arrived at nine fifteen.Keisha from reception carried them in with both arms and set them on the edge of Evelyn’s desk and stepped back and looked at them with the expression she had been wearing every morning for the past three weeks.“Same sender,” Keisha said.“Thank you Keisha,” Evelyn said without looking up from the contract in front of her.“This one is bigger than yesterday’s.”“I noticed.”“It’s significantly bigger than yesterday’s Mrs Cole.”“Keisha.”“I’m just saying.” She retreated to the door. “Your nine thirty confirmed. Conference room B.”The door closed.Evelyn set her pen down and looked at the flowers properly for the first time. They were enormous. White and deep red and spilling over the edges of the vase in a way that took up half her desk and smelled extraordinary and had been arriving every single morning for twenty one days without a card and without a name and without any explanation beyond the fact that she knew exactly who was sending them and
EvelynI knocked once on Clara’s door and pushed it open.She was cross legged on her bed with her suitcase upended beside her. She looked up when I came in. Her jaw tightened slightly.I sat on the edge of the bed and moved a pile of clothes aside.“I’m sorry,” I said.Clara set down the shirt in her hands.“I put everything I was afraid of onto you,” I said. “Everything I have ever been scared of I dropped right on top of you and Jake and that wasn’t fair.” I looked at her directly. “You were right. I was projecting.”Clara looked at me for a moment. Then her shoulders dropped and she reached over and took my hand.“I know why you did it,” she said.“That doesn’t make it okay.”“No,” she said. “But I’m not angry anymore.” She squeezed my hand once. “I just need you to trust me Mom. That’s genuinely all I need from you. Jake loves me and I love him too, we might be young and stupid but at-least we know what we want now let the future sort itself out”“I trust you,” I said. “Trusting
Evelyn grabbed Clara’s hand and dragged her across the Villa’s until they got to hers and Clara tried resisting all through.She sat her down on the villa couch and stood in front of her with both arms crossed and her jaw so tight it ached. She felt the fury and the fear sitting so close together in her chest she couldn’t separate them.“Eight weeks,” she said.Clara said nothing.“You have been pregnant for eight weeks.” Evelyn’s voice was controlled but only just. “Eight weeks Clara. You have been carrying this for eight weeks and you said nothing. Not one word. Not a call. Not a text. Nothing.”“Mom…”“I am your mother.” Her voice cracked on the word. “I am your mother and you have been walking around for eight weeks with this and you couldn’t tell me.”Clara looked at her hands. “I didn’t know how.”“You open your mouth and you say the words,” Evelyn said. “That is how. That is exactly how.”“I was scared,” Clara said quietly.“Of what? Of me?” Evelyn stepped closer. “You were sca






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