My Husband's Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress
I am the hidden heiress of the Vance Syndicate. For years, I used its money and influence to build my husband Julian Hayes's billion-dollar company while he kept our marriage private. For three years, everyone at Hayes Corp knew me as a quiet housewife, if they knew me at all. Then I arrived in a maternity dress with our baby's ultrasound, hoping to surprise Julian. His new chief secretary blocked the door. She called me a "delusional mistress" trying to sleep my way to the top. Then she made a show of how easily she could reach my husband and give orders in his name. I called Julian from the lobby. Without hearing me out, he told her to "dispose of the trash." She took him literally.
The morning of the ultrasound, the doctor turned the screen toward me and pointed at a flicker no bigger than a grain of rice. "Eight weeks. That's the heartbeat." I had watched the little light pulse and thought: I'll tell him today. Not over the phone, not in a text, but in person, with a cake, the way we used to tell each other things before Hayes Corp grew big enough to eat our mornings. I baked his favorite cheesecake in the villa kitchen and tucked the ultrasound photo into the cake box, face up, so it would be the first thing he saw when he opened the lid. Three years of marriage, and my husband did not know who I was. That was the arrangement Julian had asked for at the beginning: keep the marriage quiet, keep me out of the photographs, let the investors believe he had built H
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