The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 97

Chapter 78 

Thomas smiles as he types in the order. “Loving himself more than usual today.” 

They all chatter and talk between themselves and I look around at the people in this weird café. Do they honestly all know each other? 

And why is everyone being so pathetically nice? It’s like The Twilight Zone. 

“Mr. Gabriel,” Thomas calls. 

I walk to the counter and he passes me my coffee. “Have a great day, sir.” 

“Thanks.” I take the coffee and walk out and back to my car; I take a sip and twist my lips. 

Rough…but palatable, I guess. 

This place is weird. 

9:10 a.m. 

I log onto my computer and click on the Zoom meeting link. I sit and wait for the others in the meeting to join. 

I look around the office I’m sitting in, so unlike my taste, with the worst furnishings of all time. I’m going to have to bring some creature comforts from home, I can’t live here for half of the time without the things I need. 

I begin to make a list in my notes. 

Coffee machine. Office furniture. 

Bed. 

Linen. 

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glance down at my suit. More casual clothes. 

Gym, I need a gym here. I haven’t trained for a week now. I feel like shit. 

My mind flicks to Vee. I never wanted you to feel a one–sided love. 

My heart sinks, there’s a lot of reasons I feel like shit. 

The other faces begin to pop up on my screen, and I take a deep breath. My new normal 

starts now. 

School pickup is hectic, by the time they came out, it’s taken us half an hour to get home. I had to finish work early, but this week was somewhat of an emergency. 

“And what else happened today?” I ask as the kids and I walk into the house. 

“Barbara fell off the monkey bars at lunch and hurt her arm.” “Is she okay?” I ask. 

Dom shrugs. “She’s probably acting.” 

“She wasn’t acting, Dominic,” Lucia says, outraged. “You don’t even know her.” 

“I don’t want to.” 

I smirk as I listen to them squabble, such a simple conversation but somehow I find it 

fascinating. 

Every day I peel back a little more of their different personalities and learn something more. We walk into the kitchen and the children both stop on the spot. 

“This is Mark,” I introduce them. 

Mark is at the oven and he’s cooking something on the cook top. “Hello.” He smiles, he’s wearing an apron and looks every bit the part of a chef. 

“These are my children, Lucia and Dominic.” I smile proudly. 

“Wow.” He smiles as he flicks a tea towel over his shoulder. “You guys sure look like your 

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Agad.” 

Mark is my friend from New York,” I tell them. “He comes wherever I go. He lives in the house out by the pool when we’re here,” “Oh.” Lucia nods.