The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 46

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“Hello, Gabriel.” My eyes flick to the house. “What are you doing here?” 

His dark eyes hold mine. “I think you know.” 

The screen door slams shut and Lucy comes sauntering out in her little tutu. 

Gabriel’s face drops and he watches her walk over to us. 

Bang. 

Bang. 

Bang beats my heart. 

No… 

“Hi.” She smiles happily as she takes my hand in hers and swings it back and forth, damn it, 

why is she so friendly? 

“Hello,” Gabriel replies coolly. “What is your name?” 

“Lucia.” 

Gabriel’s jaw clenches as he stares at her. With her dark Italian features, she is undeniably 

nothing like me. My eyes well with tears, knowing that his anger is going to be ruthless, 

Fuck. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. 

“What is your surname?” he replies to her. 

Lucy smiles proudly as she swings my hand back and forth. “Coleman.” Gabriel’s murderous eyes meet mine. 

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My skin crawls with fear… “Go in the house, baby,” I whisper. 

“What?” She frowns up at me. 

“In the house,” I snap more urgently. “Ballet isn’t on today, I just found out. Go in the house 

now.” 

“But… 

Lucia. Now.” 

Lucy shrugs sadly and then waves at Gabriel. “Bye.” She turns and walks back into the house, he doesn’t take his eyes off her as she disappears. As she walks through the door, his eyes meet mine. 

“Is she…” 

I swallow the lump in my throat. 

“How could you?” he whispers angrily. 

“Gabriel…” I whisper through tears. “Please, you need to leave.” “You think you can hide my fucking child from me?” he growls. 

My worst nightmare is coming to life. 

“You need to leave,” I spit. 

“I will do no such thing,” he yells as he loses all control. 

I screw up my face in tears. “Stop it.” 

“Don’t you,” a little voice yells as it pushes him away from me. “Leave my mom alone.” 

Gabriel turns and sees the furious little boy who has seemingly come out of nowhere. 

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His face falls when he sees the miniature version of himself. “This is Dominic,” I whisper. 

Lucia’s twin brother.” 

Violet 

Gabriel stumbles back as Dominic pushes him. “Get away from her,” he yells. 

“Dominic,” I stammer. “Leave it, go inside the house.” 

“No.” He stands between Gabriel and me. “Go away,” he demands. 

Gabriel’s chest rises and falls as he struggles for air, his eyes are locked on Dominic’s. 

“I. Said. Go. Away.” He grabs my hand and tries to pull me into the house. “Mom, come on. 

Don’t cry.” 

The car door opens and Mark climbs out, my eyes flick to him. I didn’t even realize he was 

in the car. “Hi, Violet.” He smiles. 

“Mark.” 

Dominic pushes me toward the house. 

“It’s fine, Dom, go inside. I know Gabriel. You need to leave us to talk.” 

“No. He’s mean.” He stands in between Gabriel and me. “Come inside with me.” 

Gabriel and Dominic glare at each other in a standoff. 

“Gabriel, now is not the time,” I stammer nervously. “We’ll organize to meet and talk, 

but….not here and not now. Please?” I whisper, I gesture to the back of Dominic. “Now is not the time.” “Let’s go,” Mark says. 

Gabriel’s furious eyes hold mine, and I wither under his wrath. 

“We’ll come back later,” Mark says as he opens the back door of the car for Gabriel. 

Without a word, Gabriel turns. 

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Don’t come back,” Dominic spits. 

Gabriel turns and I can feel the thermonuclear energy about to blow, he is livid. 

I grab Dominic and push him behind me. “Don’t be rude,” I warn him. “That’s not how we speak to people, you know that.” 

With one last murderous glance, Gabriel gets into the car and we watch 

on as it slowly pulls away. 

I close my eyes in relief…and then in horror. In all of the nightmare situations I could ever have imagined of how this day would go if it ever happened, that was the absolute worst 

scenario. Fuck. 

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I pace back and forth in my kitchen as panic sets in. 

Why did he come here? How did he find out? 

My name is Lucia Coleman. 

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Oh my god…he knows, of course he knows, the children are the spitting image of him. 

Maybe I should pack up the kids and go on the run? 

He won’t do anything, he won’t do anything…I try to tell myself. 

The problem is, I know him. Better than he knows himself, and I can bet my life on it that