All Chapters of HIS SECRETARY'S SECRET : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Damian PovI was feeding Nathan his breakfast when my phone started buzzing with notifications. Social media tags. Text messages. Missed calls. Something was happening and I had a bad feeling about what it was.I opened Instagram while Nathan grabbed at his bottle. The first thing I saw was a photo of Bella at the gallery. She was standing close to Ethan and they were looking at each other in a way that made my stomach drop. The photographer had captured them mid conversation and the caption read "Bella Morgan and Ethan Brooks deep in intimate conversation at his gallery opening. Sources say the chemistry is undeniable."The comments were brutal. People speculating about whether they were dating. People saying Bella had moved on from me. People calling her a cheater even though we were divorced. I scrolled through dozens of comments and each one felt like a knife.My phone rang. My mother Gloria. I almost didn't answer but something made me pick up."Have you seen it" Gloria said with

Damian PovI drove around for an hour trying to calm down but the rage just kept building. I pulled over in an empty parking lot and called my therapist's emergency line. Dr. Williams answered after two rings."Damian" she said. "What's going on.""I think I'm going to do something stupid" I said. "I need you to talk me down."We talked for twenty minutes. She walked me through breathing exercises and coping mechanisms. She reminded me that acting on anger only makes things worse. By the time we hung up I felt slightly less likely to drive my car into a wall.But I was still furious. Still hurt. Still feeling betrayed. I looked down at my hand and saw my knuckles were bleeding. I must have hit the wall harder than I thought when Ethan showed up.I drove to the emergency room. The waiting room was full of people with actual emergencies. Broken bones and chest pains and crying children. I felt stupid sitting there with a self inflicted injury from punching a wall because I was angry.A

Damian PovThe hospital chair was designed to torture parents. That's what I decided after the first hour of trying to sleep in it. The nurses said Nathan had to stay overnight for IV antibiotics and observation. They wanted to make sure the fever stayed down and the infection was responding to treatment. Bella and I agreed to take shifts so one of us could be with Nathan at all times while the other tried to rest.I took the first shift from eight PM to midnight. Nathan slept fitfully with the IV in his little arm. Every time he moved I worried he would pull it out. Every beep of the monitor made my heart jump. But mostly he just slept while I sat in that terrible chair and thought about everything that happened today.The photo of Bella and Ethan. My mother's voice saying I told you so. The fight. Ethan showing up. Slamming the door. Bella screaming at me. Punching the wall. Breaking my hand. Coming home to find her calling Ethan. Then Nathan's fever saving us from whatever came nex

Damian PovThe hotel room was too quiet. Too clean. Too empty. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and replaying Bella's confession over and over in my mind. Ethan kissed me. I pushed him away immediately. I should have told you but I knew you'd react badly.She was right. I did react badly. Maybe not the way I would have reacted before therapy. I didn't yell or accuse or punch anything. But I went cold and distant and left her alone with Nathan when she needed me. That wasn't much better.My phone rang. Dr. Sarah Williams. My therapist. I answered even though I didn't want to talk to anyone."Damian" she said. "I got your voicemail from last night. I'm calling to check on you. How are you doing.""Not great" I admitted. I sat up on the bed. "Bella told me something and I don't know how to process it.""Do you want to do an emergency session" Dr. Williams asked. "I have an opening in an hour.""Yeah" I said. "I need that."An hour later I was sitting in her office in the same chai

Damian PovI was reviewing quarterly reports at my desk when my assistant knocked on the door looking uncomfortable. "Mr. Roberts, there's a woman here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment but she says it's urgent and personal.""Who is she" I asked. I wasn't expecting anyone and I had back to back meetings all afternoon."She said her name is Vanessa Clark" my assistant said. "She has a child with her. She seems very determined to speak with you.""Send her in" I said. I had no idea who Vanessa Clark was but something about the situation made my stomach drop.A woman walked in carrying a little girl who looked about two years old. The woman was pretty with dark hair and nervous eyes. The little girl had curly brown hair and was clutching a stuffed rabbit."Mr. Roberts" the woman said. She sat down without being invited and settled the child on her lap. "I'm Vanessa. We met two and a half years ago at the Global Tech Conference in Las Vegas."I searched my memory but came up bl