The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 90

Chapter 71 

We pull into my driveway and make our way up to the house; Mark is in the driveway and he looks up puzzled as I park the car. 

I glare at him. Where the fuck were you? 

His face falls as he connects the dots and he rushes to open my door. 

“Hello?” he stammers. 

I get out of the car and slam the door; my fury is palpable. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Ariana came to Violet’s this morning. Apparently, she sat out the front of this house all 

night.” 

Mark’s eyes widen in horror. “I didn’t see her,” he stammers, “I swear I didn’t see a thing. 

“Organize the plane, I need to take her home.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

I walk around to Ariana’s side of the car and she’s crumpled up in a ball, still crying. I reach 

in and lift her out of the car and Mark’s eyes widen as he sees her state. He rushes ahead and unlocks the front door for us and I carry her in and place her carefully down on the 

couch. “Get me a blanket.” “Yes, of course.” Mark runs up the stairs. 

“Ariana, I’m going to make you something to eat,” I say softly as I swipe her hair back from 

her forehead. 

“I’m not hungry,” she whispers. 

“You are eating, you’ve lost a lot of weight since I last saw you. You need something in your 

stomach.” 

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Mark reappears with a blanket and I carefully place it over her. I put a pillow under her head and snuggle her in. “I’ll be back in a moment, okay?” I turn to Mark. “Do not take you? eyes off her,” I growl. 

I’m so furious that I can barely look him in the eye. What’s the point of having guards at this house and Violet’s if not one of them does their fucking job? 

“Heads are going to roll over this. 

“Yes, sir.” He drops to sit on the opposite couch as if scared for his life. 

He should be. 

I walk out into the kitchen and open the refrigerator, what the hell will I get her? 

I take out my phone and text Violet. 

I’m sorry 

Ariana is distraught, 

I’m taking her home to New York. 

Call you as soon as I can. 

I press send. 

I get to making Ariana a grilled cheese sandwich and a hot chocolate and I check my phone, no reply from Violet. 

Fuck. 

I text her again. 

This isn’t how it looks, 

I can’t let her go home alone, she’s too upset. 

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pause as I think what to write next. 

Tin physically going with Ariana, but I’m leaving my heart with you. 

I’ll be back as soon as I can. 

I love you 

I think for a moment, I can’t say I love you for the first time in a fucking text message, and certainly not in these circumstances. 

delete the words I love you from the message and I read it again. 

This isn’t how it looks, 

I can’t let her go home alone, she’s too upset. 

I’m physically going with Ariana, but I’m leaving my heart with you. 

I’ll be back as soon as I can. 

Xox 

X 

I press send and walk out into the living room with the grilled cheese and hot chocolate. 

Mark is sitting deathly still and Ariana is asleep. The poor thing is exhausted; she obviously hasn’t slept all night. I put the food down on the coffee table. “A word in my office.” 

Mark follows me down the hall and I close the door behind us. “Where the fuck were you?” 

I growl. 

“I don’t…I didn’t know…she wasn’t.” He’s tripping over his words as he searches for an 

answer.