Bree’s POV
I can’t seem to push the button.
Standing in the lobby of our building, I can feel the doorman’s eyes on me as I stand frozen in front of the penthouse elevator, my key card gripped tightly in my fist as my finger stays poised in front of the ‘P’ button.
I should really move. Frank will be on his way over to check on me soon if I don’t push the button and get on the elevator.
How do I explain that I don’t want to go up because I don’t want to have the conversation that I need to with my husband?
My fake husband.
Who is secretly a software developer genius?
Frowning, I massage in between my eyes where a headache has been threatening all day.
What else do I not know about Cranston?
What other secret skills does he have?
What other secrets in general does he have?
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