MY HUSBAND'S HIDDEN TRUTH 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

Quinn’s POVI’ve spent three hours preparing for Leander’s birthday dinner, and my feet ache. Braised short ribs rest in the oven, roasted vegetables are ready to serve, and the chocolate lava cake, I practiced twice to get it right sits on the table. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the dress he once said made me stunning. I know he’d like it. I wanted everything to be perfect.Because tonight, I’m going to tell him I’m pregnant.The positive test is in my clutch, wrapped in paper like it’s a precious gift; not just two pink lines that have changed everything. We’ve been married two years. His grandfather arranged the union to save my family’s small business, but we tried to build something real between us. We weren’t passionate, but things were steady like a house with strong walls that hadn’t been painted yet. I always thought we’d decorate it together someday.My phone buzzes. It’s Sam, a colleague I worked with on a fashion spread last year; we keep in touch to talk abou

I don’t sleep much that night. I lied in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sound of Leander’s car pulling into the driveway. It never comes. When morning light starts to seep through the curtains, I got up and made myself a brewed coffee, it is what I used to drink it before I met him and he taught me to take it with cream and sugar. It tastes bitter on my tongue, but it matches the way I feel. My phone buzzes on the counter, it was Maya, of course. She texted me five times last night, asking if I was okay, if I needed her to come over, I told her I was fine, that I just wanted to be alone. But this morning, I need her more than anything. “Come over,” I text back. “I need to tell you everything.” She arrived here in twenty minutes, bursting through the door with a grocery bag full of donuts and wine. She doesn’t said anything when she sees my red eyes or the lilies that are still floating in the bathtub. She just pulls me into a hug, so tight that I can barely

Quinn's POV I don’t know why I opened the bottom drawer of his desk. We’ve been married eight months, and I have never touched his things without asking first. But something felt off: he had been coming home later each night, his tie loose as if he had been pulling at it—the way he does when he’s hiding something significant.I had gone to his quiet office to retrieve the folder of design specs for tomorrow’s meeting. Rain streaked down the windows, and his laptop sat open to a spreadsheet. Still, my eyes kept drifting to that drawer, the one with a scratch on its edge, as though it had been forced open before.I pulled the handle and it opened easily. At first, there were just manila folders – nothing strange. But under them, wrapped in tissue paper, were dozens of photos. One showed Leander and Wren laughing in a park he’d told me about; his arm was around her, and she looked up at him like he was a diamond. Another looked like a wedding shot – not ours, with her hand on his chest