My Wife’s Secret Family
I said, my voice unnervingly calm, “look into Serena. The past five years—no, seven. I want all her bank transactions, travel records, and call logs.
“Pay special attention to anything connected to Rivershire City. And investigate a man named James Carter.
“I want the full report within three days.”
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I took Ethan home.
When I pushed open the front door, the motion-sensor light in the entryway glowed softly.
Our family portrait hung on the wall, the one taken on Ethan’s third birthday.
I held him in my arms, and Serena leaned gently against my shoulder.
Everything looked perfect.
So perfect it made my head ache.
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