Page 15 of In Love with My Secret Husband

Maybe he had once again changed his mind about her, now that the world knew someone like her was his wife?

“Laina?”

Troy’s gaze narrowed at the way his wife was suddenly avoiding his gaze.

“What’s w-wrong?”

“Sorry, I was just...” She knew she wouldn’t be so obvious if she could just make herself meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. Which room are you giving me?” But she just couldn’t do it.

“Do you have any preferences?”

“Um, the one at the end of the hallway.”

“Of course.”

She might as well have said he wanted the room farthest from the master’s.

“I’ll go ahead if that’s okay.”

“Whatever you want, Laina. I mean it.”

“Right.”

Troy watched her hurry down the hallway while still avoiding his gaze. The door closed behind her a moment later, and yet...

It was enough.

Knowing that she was back home with him...

And he was still alone in the same room that they once shared...

Just having his wife back with him...

It was enough to give him hope.

Chapter Four

NOT MY HOME.

Not now.

Not ever.

Those were the three things she whispered to herself when she woke up or had her shower. Three things she reminded herself whenever she was alone or her heart felt as if it was about to break.

Three things she whispered to herself every time she got a well-meaning call or text from one of Troy’s relatives, telling her that there was still hope for them to get back together when there wasn’t.

And when it was time to finally answer her mother’s call and tell her the truth—

I’m sorry, Mom.

Those were the three things she desperately held on to...when her mother asked if there truly wasn’t a chance for Troy and her to get back together.

I’m sorry, Mom.

She told her mother it was too late for her and Troy, and that as soon as things died down, she would fly out and explain everything. But for now...her mother had to accept the same thing Laina herself was struggling to accept.

Her marriage was over. Nothing had changed...even though she had also accepted that it just wasn’t easy to stop herself from loving the man she had married.