My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
he says, pulling me into a tight hug.
I stiffen. “Who the hell are you?”
“Please, just go along with it,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll explain later. I promise.”
Before I can push him away, a furious-looking woman storms over.
“Luke! I knew it. You can’t hide from me.”
The stranger—Luke, apparently—turns to face her, still keeping his arm around me. “Veronica, what a surprise,” he says, feigning nonchalance.