Chapter 24

"Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the nursing home?" Ethan asked again. "I came to see my mom. Why should I inform you?" Clara shot back, her tone sharp. "Or do I need to report every time I visit my own mother now?" This was clearly turning into a standoff. "Yes, you do," Ethan replied bluntly. "So you've been coming to see her all this time, but it never occurred to you to bring me along to meet your mom?" Clara had no comeback for that. Because, honestly, that was exactly what she thought. Then Ethan reached out, his long fingers catching her chin, forcing her to look at him. "We’ve been married for three years, Clara. For three years, I’ve been your secret husband. You think that’s funny?" His voice was low but every word hit her like a punch. Clara: “…” Secret husband, my ass. Seriously, who even says that with a straight face? It was Ethan’s idea to keep her identity as Mrs. Blackwood quiet in the first place. Now he wanted to play the victim? What a joke. She’d seen sha