The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 83

Chapter 64 

His reply bounces in. 

But I will. 

“Ugh, this man is infuriating.” I show Deb the texts and she reads them. 

“Seriously, can I watch you two have sex? It’s going to be fucking fire.” She smirks. “Open an OnlyFans account, you’ll make bank.” 

I snatch my phone from her. “We are not having sex.” That came out louder than expected, and we both cringe as we both look around. An old lady gives us a judgy side eye. 

“Seriously, though.” I lean into Deb and whisper, “What should I do now?” 

“Go to the shop. Buy. Lube.” 

4 p.m., and not a peep from Gabriel since I saw him at the game this morning. 

The sky has turned red, and I’ve ranted and raved all damn day. 

This isn’t okay, his behavior is totally unacceptable. He can’t just turn up here and be an arrogant prick to try to rattle my boyfriend. Well, he didn’t just try, he excelled at it. Poor Jack is rattled to the bone…and who could blame him? 

Not that Jack and I are star–crossed lovers or anything…but Gabriel doesn’t know that. What 

if we were? 

What if I loved Jack with all of my heart and Gabriel just planted a seed of poison into our 

relationship? 

What then…huh? 

I stir the chocolate brownie mix in the bowl as I mutter out loud to myself. “If he thinks my cooking was bad before, just wait until he tastes my next meal. I’m putting full–blown dog 

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shit in it.” I stir the mix with vigor. “And if he thinks for one fucking second I’m putting up With his bullshit, he can think again.” 

“What’s bullshit?” Dominic asks from the doorway. 

Crap…can’t I even mutter to myself in peace? 

“Nothing, bubba, sorry, that’s an inappropriate word.” I smile sweetly. “Just thinking about a show I’m watching on Netflix,” I lie. One thing I’ve learned over the last three weeks about this whole shared–parenting thing is to not let my feelings seep in and poison the kids. Once you say something in passing about the other parent, they hold on to it forever. 

“Gabriel is here,” Lucia yells excitedly from upstairs. “Yay.” She comes screaming down the 

stairs and runs out the front door to greet him. 

Dominic walks to the front window and peers through the side of the curtains, quietly 

watching. 

“Why don’t you go out and meet him too, baby?” I tell him. “That would be nice.” 

Dominic shrugs, unsure what to do. 

He’s warming to him. 

My anger momentarily dissipates and I smile. “It was nice he came to your game today, 

wasn’t it?” He stays silent. 

“Do you like Gabriel coming to see you all the time?” He shrugs again. 

I walk over and stand behind him as I put my hands on his shoulders, we both watch out 

the window as Lucia talks a million miles per minute, she’s being all animated and he’s 

laughing as he listens and talks to her. They’re getting something out of the trunk of his car 

and loading it onto the grass in a pile. I smile as I watch them, and then I remember 

something, something very important. 

Gabriel Ferrara’s a fuckface….who I hate. 

I go back to the kitchen to continue making my brownies. “They’re carrying something big 

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Mom,” Dominic calls. 

Thope it’s a coffin, he’s going to need it. 

Thope 

“Why don’t you go and help them?” I call back. 

“I don’t know if…” He contemplates. 

Ugh, why is this child such an over thinker? 

“They’re walking around the side of the house with the stuff,” Dominic calls as he runs to 

the back door. 

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“Just go out and see what they’re doing.” I roll my eyes as I pour the brownie mix into the 

cake pan. 

“Will you come?” Dominic asks hopefully. 

Ugh… 

“Sure.” I open the back door and Dominic comes to stand beside me. 

“Hi there, you two.” Gabriel smiles up at us as he and Lucia carry something down to the 

water’s edge. 

“Hello.” I smile through gritted teeth. 

Fucker. 

است 

Dom holds my hand and bites his bottom lip as if to hide his smile. 

He’s so cute, I can’t stand it. 

“What have you got there?” I call out to them. “I bought us a new card table and chairs and a firepit.” Us. 

I narrow my eyes. “Why?” 

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“Because I thought we’d play cards out here tonight.” I clench my teeth. 

You thought wrong, I’m drowning you in the lake and burying your body in the woods 

tonight.