The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 37

Chapter 18 

Gabriel 

I wait for it to connect. 

The number you have called has been disconnected. 

Panic runs through me. 

No. 

I dial the number again. 

The number you have called has been disconnected. 

“Don’t you dare.” I continue to pace as my temper rises. “You try this fucking shit on me and 

that’s it!” 

I call the number again in the hope that I’ve dialed the wrong number. 

The number you have called has been disconnected. 

Infuriated, I throw my phone, and it bounces off my desk and onto the floor. 

With my hands on my hips, I pace back and forth. “She thinks she can cut me just like that?” 

She thinks that I can’t find her if she changes her fucking number. 

This is her being a control freak…that’s what this is. I scramble for my phone and make 

another call. 

“Hey.” 

“Mark, I want you to find an address for Violet Coleman.” 

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“Well, why don’t you just call her?” “Because her phone has been disconnected.” Silence. 

Well…” 

“Don’t well me,” I snap. “Find out where she is.” I hang up and continue pacing and my phone rings, it’s Mark again. “What?” I snap as I answer. 

““What town does she live in?” he snaps back. 

“Connecticut.” 

Connecticut? Are you sure that’s it, because I need a state or at least a town to run the 

search.” 

I roll my eyes. “I don’t fucking know, I’ll check.” I hang up and march 

out into the office to see that Richard is still at his desk. “Where did Violet 

Coleman move to?” 

He glances up. “Sorry?” 

“Violet Coleman,” I snap impatiently. “Where is she? Where did she move to?” 

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“Ahh…Maine. I think?” 

“Maine?” 

“Surprised she didn’t move to Texas actually?” 

“Why?” 

“Because of Willie.” 

“Who’s Willie?” 

“Willie Nelson.” He widens his eyes. “You know how much Violet loves Willie Nelson.” 

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Thankfully not.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck me dead. That’ll do me.” I storm back into my office and call Mark. 

“Hi.” 

“She lives in Maine.” 

“Anything else?” 

“She has appalling taste in music.” 

Oh…kay.” He listens. “So where did you get Connecticut from?” 

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Just find her.” 

“What for? You didn’t even bother to know where she lived, why would you want to find 

her?” 

“Because I said so…that’s why. You need to remember that you work for me, so you will do whatever I fucking say.” “What’s the offer?” “What?” I fume. 

“What are you going to offer her? I happen to like Violet and I’m not finding her if you are. just going to screw her around. She’s left town and changed her number for a reason.” The sky turns red. 

“What I do with Violet Coleman is none of your fucking business.” I sneer. “You’re fired.” I hang up the phone. 

An hour and six scotches later, I collect my briefcase and make my way downstairs. I walk out the front door to see Mark standing beside my car. Infuriating. 

I walk over. “What are you doing here, I fired you.” 

He rolls his eyes as he opens my door. “Like the other fifty times you’ve fired me.” 

I get into the back seat and he slams the door behind me. 

Fucker. 

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We drive through the traffic as I glare out the window. “Did you find her?” 

“I’m not looking for her.” He casually turns the corner. 

“Why not?” I snap. 

“Because last time I saw Violet Coleman was when you had me stake out her house as her moving truck came, and she was crying and miserable.” His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. “I thought she was your friend.” 

“She is.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “Well?” 

“Well, what?” 

“What kind of man looks for a woman if he already knows that when he finds her, he won’t give her what she needs?” My eyes hold his. 

“I know you’re a selfish prick, but you need to think about this because it’s not just any old girl, it’s Violet Coleman.” My heart sinks. 

“You already told me you are to marry an Italian woman. Has that changed, has it?” His eyes flick up to meet mine in the rearview mirror again. 

“Just drive the car,” I yell. “You piss me off. You’re fucking fired. For real this time.” 

We drive in silence for a while as adrenaline surges through my system. “You think know everything about me, well, I’ve got news for you. You know nothing. Zero.” 

“I know a lot more about you than anyone else, that’s for sure.” 

I roll my eyes. “Will you just shut the fuck up? I don’t pay for your opinion.” 

“You want my opinion?” 

you 

“No.” 

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Yeah, well, you’re going to get it anyway,” he snaps. “Ever since the 

Christmas Party and that night you spent with Violet.” 

“I never spent a night with Violet.” 

“You’re lying. I drove her to your house,” he barks. “You pulled her out 

of the car.” He grips the steering wheel. “I did think it was strange when you didn’t leave the 

yacht in Italy.” 

You weren’t even in Italy,” I fire back. 

“No, but the security boys called me from over there to see if everything was okay because 

you hadn’t left the yacht the entire time you were there.” 

“I was tired.” 

“Of being a prick?” 

Shut the fuck up.” I punch the back of the seat as I begin to lose control. “You haven’t gone 

out since Violet left; you haven’t had one single date.” “So what?” I yell. 

“That’s not who you are.” 

“Shut. Up.” 

“Are you going to do what you want to do, or are you going to do what you have to do?” 

I clench my jaw as I stare out the window. “You have no idea what you are talking about.or what is expected of me.” 

“I know more than you. Let’s go get her.” He shrugs. “I’m ready, you want Violet, so let’s go get her.”