The Night My Husband Was Away - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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My hands shook as I tapped to answer the video call. My husband's weary face filled the screen, dark circles under his eyes.
"Babe, the conference ended early. I'm flying home the day after tomorrow."
I clenched my jaw to steady myself, but my thoughts were spinning out of control.
The moment the call ended, my knees buckled. I slumped against the wall, the cool surface doing nothing to calm my racing pulse.
"Looks like our clock just got punched," I whispered.
Vincent's arms wrapped around me from behind, his chest pressing against my back. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as he murmured, "My place. Tonight."
"I can't—" I twisted in his grip. "I need to—"
"Don't answer yet," he growled, that rough edge in his voice turning my resistance to liquid. "That night you stood by my window in nothing but moonlight and silk... Christ, every time I see you now, all I can think about is—"
The sharp click of dress shoes in the hallway cut him off. I shoved him away just as Daniel walked through the door.
"Bad timing," Daniel said, but his smirk said otherwise. His eyes flicked over my flushed face before landing on Vincent. "We've got a situation. Mrs. Kensington's throwing a fit in the lobby—demanding to see you personally."
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Tell Nathan to deal with it."
Daniel crossed his arms. "She says she's your wife."
The air left my lungs.
Vincent went rigid beside me.
"That's imposs—"
A sharp heel clicked against the marble floor. Then she appeared—tall, polished, with a glare that could freeze hell over. Her eyes raked over me, pausing on my yoga pants like they were evidence in a crime scene.
"Well this explains your sudden obsession with spin class," she drawled, each word dripping with venom.
The realization hit me like a freight train—Vincent had a wife. And not just any wife.
My sister-in-law's maid of honor.
"Babe, the conference ended early. I'm flying home the day after tomorrow."
I clenched my jaw to steady myself, but my thoughts were spinning out of control.
The moment the call ended, my knees buckled. I slumped against the wall, the cool surface doing nothing to calm my racing pulse.
"Looks like our clock just got punched," I whispered.
Vincent's arms wrapped around me from behind, his chest pressing against my back. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as he murmured, "My place. Tonight."
"I can't—" I twisted in his grip. "I need to—"
"Don't answer yet," he growled, that rough edge in his voice turning my resistance to liquid. "That night you stood by my window in nothing but moonlight and silk... Christ, every time I see you now, all I can think about is—"
The sharp click of dress shoes in the hallway cut him off. I shoved him away just as Daniel walked through the door.
"Bad timing," Daniel said, but his smirk said otherwise. His eyes flicked over my flushed face before landing on Vincent. "We've got a situation. Mrs. Kensington's throwing a fit in the lobby—demanding to see you personally."
Vincent rolled his eyes. "Tell Nathan to deal with it."
Daniel crossed his arms. "She says she's your wife."
The air left my lungs.
Vincent went rigid beside me.
"That's imposs—"
A sharp heel clicked against the marble floor. Then she appeared—tall, polished, with a glare that could freeze hell over. Her eyes raked over me, pausing on my yoga pants like they were evidence in a crime scene.
"Well this explains your sudden obsession with spin class," she drawled, each word dripping with venom.
The realization hit me like a freight train—Vincent had a wife. And not just any wife.
My sister-in-law's maid of honor.
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