Hidden Love For Nine Years

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."