Hidden Love For Nine Years
Language: en
I was the pampered secret Norman Lancaster held in the palm of his hand. When his obsession with me was at its peak, even the most arrogant old-money socialites in Manhattan had to treat me with respect. That was until one day, at twenty-eight years old, I was personally decorating a private table at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the Hudson River for our ninth anniversary. My phone buzzed with a text from him. "I am getting engaged today... I was worried you might find out and cause a scene." "Be a good girl. I will come home later and explain." The silver fork in my hand clattered…