The Secret Wife
As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center.
My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me.
It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York.
Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile.
"Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection.
My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.
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