My Husband's Secret Public Wife

insisted his company retreats were strictly for employees. No spouses allow

ide their wives. And in the center stood Gavin, his arm wrapped possessively around another wo

our entire marriage, he had been living a double life. This wo

the one introduced to his colleagues and clients. She was even listed

e cheated on. I was the

t breakdown. He wasn't expecting me to show up at his company's annual awards gala, mar

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ompany retreats were strict. No spouses

every fall conference. Two retreats

photo from last year's Aspen s

miling. Their wives right beside

round his wife, Sarah. Even David fro

someone. Ev

My Gavin. Standing right

er woman was next to h

g a dress. A b

he one I loved. The o

m, right where it caught on a loose nail that one time.

ary. We celebrated at that fancy Italian plac

ong dry cleaner, or maybe I' d donated it b

t was. On h

ed on the screen. I needed to

rk hair and a sharp jawline

lower back. A possessive

clicked open.

ening his tie. "Rough day, babe?" he

rning on the screen. "Just a long one," I said,

"Exhausting. Old Man Henderson went on and

the fridge. The clinking of ice

ng to sound casual, "I was thinking about tha

I heard the ic

p today," I added, pushing gently. "S

ittle too quickly. "Just another borin

d," I pressed, my voice barely a whisper. "She

o. But it' s mostly just business. R

. I had enough for ton

the door softly. The sound seal

man in my dress. The hand on her ba

e unmistakable. The elegan

generic conference center, bland and

etaway spot. Not a

y mom. "Everything okay, swe

orcing a cheerful emoji. The burde

Gavin's study, I heard

g," he murmured into the pho

ispered, a hint of excitem

art pounding. "Who was that,

ot quite meeting mine. "About th

reen, typing furiously.

haking. I took screenshots o

close. His arm around my

bled into my hair. "You

ice barely audible. I

k," he said, his breath warm on my ne

ered, the word

t you?" he asked, already half asle

voice stronger than I felt.

A gesture of affectio

ight years of

ve been so bli

ile I was tucked away, a secr

stomach. This wasn't just

to me. The warmth of his b

stranger's heat. A