Seven Years of Waiting, Never His Home

Summary

Seven years into my marriage, the day I finally discovered I was pregnant, I went to the airport myself to pick up my husband, who had been away for three years.

I waited four hours at the airport for Julian Goldsberry, but he didn't appear. Instead, the girl he kept outside did.

“Are you Julian Goldsberry’s secretary? No need to wait, your Mr. Goldsberry was exhausted last night and is still catching up on sleep abroad. Just drop me at the usual place.”

I acknowledged her as an assistant, handed her my phone, and watched as she typed in the address of a thirty-million-dollar villa in the…