My Husband's Secret Third Family

Fifty million in transfers.

Kitty Sullivan's breath caught.

"Look closely. It even says they were given of my own free will!"

Her fingertips trembled.

The next second, a hand reached over my shoulder and took the phone away.

Lowell looked down at me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Honey, what is all this?"

Kitty frowned at him.

Lowell glanced at the transfer records I'd held up, unbothered.

He smiled.

"You silly girl. I paid your way through college, and you went and saved me in your phone as honey?"

I went cold. "Lowell, you—"

Kitty's eyes lit up.

"Oh! So this is the girl you told me about? The one you sponsored before?"

Lowell nodded.

"I never expected her to be this ambitious.

"You must have had a scare, sweetheart."

In that moment, I understood how little I had ever known about Lowell.

From the very moment he married me as a fake wife,

he had already gone to his real wife

and filed me away as nothing more than a charity case he funded.

"You shameless little tramp!"

The slap landed across my face before I saw it coming.

Kitty was beside herself.

"My husband pays your tuition, and you actually thought you could replace me!

"Lucky for me I know my husband, or you really might have pulled it off!

"Look into her. I want this homewrecker exposed. I'm going to ruin her!"

"Sweetheart."

A hand closed over Kitty's wrist.

Lowell laughed softly.

"We still have a honeymoon ahead of us. Don't let someone who doesn't matter spoil your mood.

"Leave her to me."

Kitty pursed her lips.

"Then... fine. Just remember, no more money for her."

"Of course."

Lowell patted her hand gently.

When he turned to me, his face had already gone cold.

"What are you doing? Lowell, let go of me!"

He seized my wrist, ignoring everything I said,

and dragged me out by force.

He didn't care how I struggled.

He shoved me into a Ferrari.

Then he spoke to the driver.

"Same as always."

"What do you mean?"

Before I could make sense of it, someone in the back seat had already wrenched my hands behind me and bound them.

"Stop! Help! Some—mph!"

A strap cinched tight across my mouth.

"Such a shame. I actually liked you."

The door shut.

The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

He clicked his tongue.

"Pretty little face. Real waste."

"Can't be helped. She wouldn't listen."

The car began to roll forward.

Kitty, on her heels, was already coming down the steps on Lowell's arm,

ready to leave for Hawaii together.

Just as Lowell reached to open her car door,

her face changed.

"Wait!"

She whipped around.

"Stop that Ferrari for me!"