Todos los capítulos de My Husband’s Secret Empire : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"You're my wife."Wren's eyes snapped open to a stranger's face, close enough to touch, grey eyes locked on hers like she might vanish if he blinked."Excuse me?""You heard me." His jaw tightened. "Your name is Wren Sinclair and Mine is Nathaniel Cross. Three years ago, you married me."She almost laughed would have, if her whole body didn't hurt too much to risk it. "I think you have the wrong room.""I don't." He didn't move. Didn't blink. "Look at your hand."Wren looked. A ring sat on her finger, simple and unfamiliar, cold against skin that felt like it belonged to someone else entirely."That doesn't prove anything.""No," he agreed. "But it's true anyway."She pushed herself upright too fast, pain lancing through her ribs, and the room spun sharp enough to make her gasp. A hospital, IV line and that antiseptic smell. Somewhere behind her ribs, a memory tried to surface and gave up halfway."What happened to me?"Something flickered behind his eyes there, then gone, controlled

Delia Cross arrived on Wren's fourth day home, announced by the sound of heels on marble and a voice that carried down the hallway before its owner did."Where is she? Is she up? I swear to God, if nobody tells me anything in this family-"She appeared in the doorway of the sitting room a moment later, younger than Nathaniel by several years, dark-haired, dressed with the same effortless expense as everything else in the house, and stopped dead the second she saw Wren sitting by the window."Oh my God." Delia's hand flew to her mouth. "You're actually-" She stopped herself, visibly recalibrating whatever sentence she'd been about to say, and crossed the room instead, pulling Wren into a hug so sudden and genuine that Wren stiffened out of pure surprise before something in her, some old muscle memory, softened into it."I'm sorry," Delia said, pulling back, eyes bright. "I know you don't…Nathaniel told me you don't remember me. This is so strange, you have no idea how strange this is."

The coffee shop Grant chose was small, unfashionable, the kind of place no one would think to look for the wife of a Cross Dynamics CEO, which, Wren suspected, was exactly the point.She spotted him before he spotted her. Early thirties, unremarkable in a way that seemed deliberate, dressed like a man who worked hard not to be noticed. He stood the moment she walked in, something complicated moving across his face, relief, and beneath it, something sharper."Wren." He said her name like it meant something to say it out loud. "God. You look—" He stopped himself, gestured awkwardly at the chair across from him instead. "Sit. Please."She sat, studying him with the same careful attention she'd been applying to everyone since the hospital. "You said we should talk somewhere Nathaniel isn't listening.""Straight to it. That's very you." A faint, sad smile. "Yeah. I did.""Why?"Grant glanced toward the window, the door, the other patrons... a habitual scan, Wren noted, the kind of vigilanc

Static, first. Then a breath —her own breath, unmistakably, even three years removed from hearing it and then a voice that made every hair on Wren's arms stand up at once. "If you're hearing this, I didn't make it out the way I planned. I'm sorry. I know that's not enough."Wren pressed her back against the closet wall, recorder gripped so tightly her knuckles ached, and listened to a version of herself she couldn't remember being. "Okay. Facts, in order, because you're going to need them and I don't know how much you'll have left. The case is real. Voss is guilty I have the proof, and it's hidden somewhere he'll never think to check. I'm not putting the location on this recording. If someone else finds this before you do, I don't want them finding that too.”A pause. The soft sound of something shifting — papers, maybe, or a chair."Nathaniel doesn't know everything. He knows enough to protect you, which is why I married him — that part's true, whatever else you're doubting right n

Nathaniel listened to the whole thing without moving, without speaking, his expression carved from something Wren couldn't read even after days of learning his tells.When it ended, the silence in the room stretched long enough that Wren almost reached for the recorder to play it again, just to have something to do with her hands."You've had this since Tuesday," he said finally."Yes.""And you didn't tell me.""No." She held his gaze, refusing to look away from whatever anger was building behind his eyes. "I wanted to see if you'd tell me the truth about Grant without me forcing it out of you first."Something flickered across his face — not quite hurt, but close to it. "You were testing me.""I was protecting myself the only way I know how right now, which is apparently exactly what past-me would have done too." She gestured at the recorder. "You heard her. “Trust no one but yourself.”That wasn't advice about strangers, Nathaniel. It included you."He absorbed that, jaw working, an