Esmeralda Upton Husband の小説・ストーリー

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

It was the first time in twenty years of marriage that he had stepped into this kitchen for me. However, when he pulled open the massive Sub-Zero refrigerator, he froze. It was empty. Emptier than his heart. For years, the fridge door had been covered in my handwriting—weekly meal plans, nutritional breakdowns, reminders for him to drink less scotch and eat more greens. Now, there were only ugly, sticky residue marks where the tape had been ripped away. Just then, his phone rang. It was his personal assistant. "Mr. Sterling, we found a paper trail. Mrs. Sterling... er, Evelyn... she sold that compact car you gave her to a CarMax this morning."

God, he'd even figured out who I was! "Wilson's wife? That woman is smoking hot—I saw photos of her on his phone! Her skin is flawless, and she has huge mounds. More importantly, those eyes of hers tell me that she's the type who isn't easily satisfied. I bet even the three of us together couldn't quench her thirst, let alone Wilson!"

"Stay away from Dante Yale." I lowered my hand from my eyes. "Excuse me?" "I mean it Xena." His voice had changed. Something underneath it now that hadn't been there a second ago. "Walk away from him. From all of it. Whatever arrangement you have, end it." I stared at the desk in front of me. "You're calling me from an unknown number in the middle of the night," I said slowly, "to tell me to leave my husband." "He's not your—" "He is actually." I kept my voice even. "Legally and publicly. In every way that currently matters he is."