Mr & Mrs Loving Novels & Stories

Antony's face was full of confidence, and Mary nodded. "Alright, as long as my husband believes that we are in love, and he is willing to divorce me, your mission will be complete. Of course, only my husband can know about this, we can't let others find out, understood?" "You mean we can only let Mr. Murray know that we are in love, and we can't let anyone else know?" Antony confirmed, and upon hearing this, Mary laughed. "Do you know my husband?"

My professional mask slipped for a second. "I am aware," he said, tone clipped. "Change it to a table for two at Delmaro’s for 8 PM. Use the name Sydney." I gripped my notepad. "The woman you told me about?" "Yes. Miss Klopper, I have a conference call in five minutes. That will be all."

“Mary, this is Mr. Arthur Sterling. A very important business partner.” Mary felt the floor tilt beneath her feet. She folded her hands tightly in front of her, hiding the tremor. “Hello, Mr. Sterling,” she whispered. Arthur Sterling did not rise from his seat. He leaned back instead, his gaze narrowing. “She’s thin,” he said. “Too thin. Can she bear children?” The words struck her like a physical blow. Mary’s vision blurred. For a moment, she thought she might faint. She looked at her father, waiting for anger, for outrage, for something that resembled protection.