My Cheating Wife's Secret FamilyChapter 1 The Stranger in the Watch Box
After a week-long business trip, I expected a taxi. Instead, my wife came to pick me up.
Claire Vance—cold, aloof, an ice sculpture of a woman—had actually prepared a surprise.
I stared at the limited-edition, diamond-studded watch in her hand. Said nothing.
"Don't like it?" A flicker of confusion cracked her composed mask.
I didn't answer. Just looked at her.
"Claire." My voice was steady. "You slept with him, didn't you?"
Her expression tightened. She frowned, gaze shifting sideways. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"
I studied her profile, then let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"You're right. He has a clingy child. Joseph can't be left alone for a second. No matter how desperate Colin is, he probably wouldn't stoop low enough to do it in front of the boy."
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"Ruby!" Her face flushed crimson. "How many times do I have to say it? There is nothing between Colin and me!"
Colin.
The way his name rolled off her tongue sickened me. Too intimate. Six months ago, she'd followed my lead—"Mr. James" or just "the neighbor." Now it slipped out like a lover's whisper.