Page 106 of Hated Husband


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“That’s how I know it’s a big deal.”

I took a slow sip, buying time I didn’t actually need, looking at him after I’d swallowed. “If I tell you, you cannot repeat it. Not to anyone. Ever.”

A grin instantly appeared on his lips. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re always serious.” His grin widened. “Just tell me what’s going on already. I need to know if we have to loop Callum in from a PR point of view.”

“You don’t,” I said dryly. “He doesn’t need to know because there isn’t a scandal. There will be no PR nightmare.”

“There won’t?”

“Nope.”

“What about Emma?” he asked. “You’re just not with her anymore now that you’re married?”

“No, I…” I cleared my throat, then lowered my voice and leaned across the table. “I am with her. I’m married to her. Emma, it turns out, is Kate.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Will’s expression shifted into a mask of pure shock. “No.”

I shook my head at him. “Don’t.”

“She’s not.”

“Oh, but she is.”

His mouth fell open, and a second later, he started laughing. Not a polite chuckle or a quiet laugh. He literally doubled over, one hand clutching the table as the other grasped his drink like it might escape.

“You absolute—” He wheezed. “Youidiot.”

“I told you not to.”

“You two were just pining for each other?” He made a vague, helpless gesture. “Formonths? Hell, for years, and you didn’t know?”

“Yes.”

“And all it took was one conversation?”

“Well, yes, but also, no.”

He laughed harder and I sighed. “I hate you.”

“This is the best story I’ve ever heard.”

“I will end you.”

“YoumarriedKate and you’ve been in love withEmmafor years, but—” He broke off, shaking with laughter. “Jesse is going to lose his mind.”

Fuck, the last thing I needed was for him to tell his twin, too. “You’re not telling Jesse.”

“Oh, I am absolutely telling?—”

“Youare nottelling Jesse.” He grinned at me, but I didn’t return it. “I’m serious, Will. I’m swearing you to secrecy.”

Eventually, the laughter faded into the occasional aftershock and he straightened in his chair. “Okay, okay. Fine. For now.”

“For now,” I agreed.