All Chapters of Sleeping With My Husband's Rival : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Julian set the white roses on my tray like a man leaving flowers on a grave."You look better," he said. "Did you sleep?"I made my face go blank. It was the hardest thing I had ever done."A little," I said. "My head hurts.""The doctor said it would." He pulled the chair close and sat. "Don't push yourself, Lena. Just rest."He said my name softly, like a secret between us. An hour ago, I would have called it kindness.Now I watched his hands.A gold band sat on his left finger. I stared at it a little too long."Sasha picked it out," he said with a small smile. "Eight years ago.""Oh." I tried to sound sleepy. "Where are Sasha and Milo?""Downstairs. Buying juice.""Did anyone else visit me today?"His smile stopped for half a second. Then it came back."Who would visit you?""I don't know. A man. I think I dreamed him.""You dreamed it." His voice turned gentle. "You don't have anyone else, Lena. Only us. You know that."Only us.Something cold crawled up my back. It was not a mem

"Start talking," I said.Adrian stood in the doorway with his hands open at his sides. He did not look like a man who stalked women. He looked like a man who had not slept in a week."Six months ago," he said, "I began looking into Blake Group. The company was winning too many bids it should have lost.""So you followed his wife?""I followed the paper trail. Your name kept appearing in it." He walked to the desk and slid a sheet from the folder. "This is a share transfer. Your fifteen percent of Blake Group, moved to Julian. Signed three weeks ago."I looked at the page. At the signature at the bottom.Lena Hart-Blake. The loops were close to mine. The slant was wrong."I didn't sign this.""I know.""Three weeks ago I was at home making dinner for people who were already lying to me." My voice rose. "And you let it happen?""I didn't know about the forgery until two days before your accident." His jaw clenched. "The photographs were to see if you were in danger. I never contacted yo

"Drink it," Adrian said. "Then we'll talk."He slid a mug across the counter. Black coffee, no sugar. Exactly how I took it.I looked up. "You knew that?""It was in the file.""That file is going to need a lot of explaining.""I know." He leaned on the other side of the counter, hair still damp. His shirt was buttoned wrong, and I did not tell him. "Good morning, by the way."Heat crept up my neck. "Good morning."Neither of us said anything about last night. It sat between us, warm and awkward and very much alive. I stared at my coffee. He stared at his. Somewhere in the apartment, a clock ticked loudly."I don't regret it," I said finally. "I wanted you to know."His shoulders eased a little. "Neither do I."That was all. It was enough.Then I picked up my phone, and the warmth faded.Two new messages. The first was the unknown number again, with no new words. Only the same sentence I had been staring at all night.I know you remember.The second was from Julian.I'm sorry I shoute

"Go on," Sasha whispered. "Take a bite."The spoon hovered an inch from my lips.She was smiling. She was waiting. If I ate, I might die. If I refused, I would prove I remembered.So I did the only thing a woman with no memory could do.I leaned down and smelled the bisque. Then I frowned, set the spoon down gently, and pressed my hand against my throat."That's strange," I said slowly."What is?" Sasha's voice sharpened."My body doesn't want it." I looked up, wide-eyed and puzzled. "My stomach just turned over. And my throat feels tight, like it already knows something. Is that normal after a head injury?"The table went silent."Lena," Julian said hoarsely, "don't touch that.""Why? Did something happen with shrimp?"Nobody answered. Julian had gone gray. Sasha's smile had begun to slide, one corner at a time."Julian?" I turned to him, all innocence. "Do I have an allergy?"He stared at me. Then he stood so fast his chair fell back."Take it away," he snapped at the maid. "Take al

"You came alone," Julian said."Should I have brought someone?"He gave a tight smile. "I thought Cole might insist on coming.""He offered." I shrugged. "I told him I could handle one conversation."Which was true. Adrian was parked two streets away, with my phone on his lap and one word ready on his tongue. Pineapple.Julian had chosen the Harborline site for our meeting. It was a wide stretch of empty concrete beside the water, with cranes sleeping against the grey sky and a huge white tent set up for the press. The wind smelled of salt and diesel. Inside the tent stood a scale model of a waterfront district under glass."I owe you an apology," Julian said, and stopped.I waited.He pushed a hand through his hair. It was a gesture I had loved for years. "About last night. The bisque. The way I spoke. I'm sorry you had to see that.""Is that what you wanted to tell me? About the ring?""The ring." His eyes slid away. "It belonged to my grandmother. It has been in the family a long t