The Secret Baby He Denied

Summary

I had flown fourteen hours across the Atlantic to surprise my husband on our seventh wedding anniversary.

My luggage was still sitting in the foyer when I stepped into the penthouse, my soft-soled flats making no sound against the white marble. The living room was alive with the clinking of crystal and muffled laughter. A dozen of our old circle were gathered around the low mahogany coffee table, playing a parlor drinking game—the kind where you answer every probing question with an unflinching: "Of course."

It was Mallory’s turn to interrogate my husband.