The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 144

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Hmm, weird, never took him as the type to buy me a book…but okay. I turn the page. For 

Vee 

“Wait…what?” Oh, it’s one of those name books, how cool. I turn another page. 

I want to hear your heartbeat from the inside. 

Lwant to show you mine 

“Oh.” I think for a moment. “Wait, I’ve heard that before?” I turn the page. 

You loved me at my worst. 

Now let me love you at my best. 

I’m so confused, what is this book? I turn another page and there’s a picture of an 

ultrasound on the page printed into the book. Huh? 

I concentrate to see that it’s of a baby in the womb, oh wait…there are two babies. 

I read the text on the other page. 

The Lord knew that I would miss him so 

much that one baby couldn’t fill the hole that he left 

So he gave me two. 

My eyes rise to meet his. “Did you make this book?” He nods. 

* 9h… 

His silhouette blurs. 

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It’s not possible to miss someone this much. 

was…because I did 

Realization sets in, I wrote these notes when I thought I would never see him again. “You 

found my box?” 

“Yes.” 

“You read my letters?” 

Every last one.” 

I screw up my face in tears. “You made them into a…book?” My voice cracks with emotion, 

and I turn the page, I can hardly see the words. 

From the moment I met her, I knew she 

was the one. 

My heart ached for what I couldn’t have. 

So I loved her from afar 

Oh… 

He leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering over mine. “I love you, 

Vee,” he whispers. “I have always loved you.” 

“I love you.” I smile against his lips. “Oh…man. You’re good.” 

He chuckles. “How am I doing? Is this A game enough?” 

“This is breaking the scoreboard.” 

He laughs and holds up a finger. “Ahh…but there’s more.” “More?” I smile as I wipe my 

tears. 

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texts something on his phone. “Unfortunately, I can’t fit this part of our date into the Agle picnic basket.” 

The back door of my house opens and a trail of people in white chefs‘ uniforms walk out carrying things. 

Oh crap… was my house clean? 

“What in the world?” 

Two men put down a small round table and two chairs on the jetty, another man sets it with a white tablecloth and lights a candelabra in the center, 

Then a stream of people carry out plates of food. 

“What is this?” I gasp. 

“Well…” He shrugs. “I couldn’t take you to your favorite Italian restaurant in New York…so I 

ordered in.” 

“Thi 

is Becco?” My eyes widen. “You flew in Becco?” 

His eyes glow with tenderness. “I wanted you to have your favorite food.” 

I choke up again. “Honestly, you could feed me stale bread tonight and it would be 

fabulous.” 

I see a trace of a smile cross the waiter’s face as he puts the meal down in front of me. 

“Your entrée,” he says, he takes the champagne and refills our glasses. 

“Thank you.” I smile.