The General’s Secret Wife
Language: en
Late at night, my best friend’s voice, hoarse and breathless, came through on a voice message. "Six-foot-two, eight-pack, a body built by the gods... girl, I've hit the jackpot!" I got the picture instantly, my heart swelling with a familiar pang of envy for her. But the next second, when I saw the photo she sent, my entire body went rigid. In the picture, a man’s bare chest was a canvas of love bites and teeth marks, but the face above it was one seared into my soul. It was my husband of six years, Major General Eason Pierce. …