His Wife's Secret

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The Herrington’s

Third Person

POV

A girl who looks no older than 20 years old walks into the office wearing a black pencil skirt and a fitted white shirt.

She looks around the CEO’s office, it is smaller than she had expected. The office only has a large knock off mahogany desk and two simple seats sit in front of the desk and a large office chair the CEO sits on. The office is painted a light green that seems so out of place the girl nearly cringes.

She plasters a smile on her face and approaches the desk. “Hello CEO. I am Amara Summers.” She says sweetly.

George Carwell smile widens when he hears her sweet voice. George was fifty-six-year-old man…

The girl places her phone on the desk face down…

“So, Amara tell me about yourself. You do not if I call you Amara, right?” he asks.

The girl smiles… “That is fine by me CEO. Well, I just finished my studies. I am twenty-one years old. I am an only child and I’m an orphan my parents died when I was sixteen. I do not know what you would like to know. What else would you like to know?” she looks at me panicked and wide eyed.

George claps his hands excitedly; he could not help himself. He loved how innocent she looked.

The interview goes on for another hour. Once the interview is over the girl stands. She picks up her phone and looks at her phone and her smile widens. She ignores George and starts to walk out of the office without another word.

The way she walked out of the office alarmed George. He switches his computer on and sees the screen blank with one word on it.

BOO…

He sees his computer has a virus. His eyes widen he picks up the landline and calls security.

“The girl that left my office find her!” he shouts.

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Olivia Herrington

POV

I smile walking out of the building I get into my car. I pull off the brunette wig. I shrug off the white shirt. I fix my tank top under it. I place my blonde hair in a messy bun. I shrug on a pair of skinny jeans and unzip the shirt. I throw it in the back. I shrug on a pair of sneakers.

My phone rings. Thinking its Bridge, I answer. “Livia.”

“Hey…” A familiar deep and soft voice causes me to pause.

David… I still remember his voice even though I have not heard it in over two years.

“Hi…” I stammer.

Is he back? No, he would have told her at least, right?

“Are you busy?” he asks.

“N-No… I-I am not bu-busy. I was just about to pick Kira from school…” I stutter.

I look out the window sees security coming out of the building. I start the car and pull away.

“Uhm, I’m sorry to do this but do you think you’ve got time to pick me up from the airport before fetching her?” he asks.

My eyes widen, he’s here? He is home? “Yo-You are here? You are in town?” I was surprised he has been deployed for over two years I’ve nearly forgotten about him. Okay that is a lie, but it is still a little surprising.

“Yeah, I am… If you cannot I can take a cab to the school and meet you there…” he suggests.

“No-No. there’s time, I was running a few errands, so I am close the airport. I’ll pick you up.” What I do not tell him is that I am actually five minutes away…”

I needed to make a stop before heading to him. I’ve got a hotcake in my hands, and I much rather wouldn’t be caught in this car.

“Okay I will wait for you at the entrance. Thanks Olivia…” he says before hanging up.

I sigh, placing the phone the seat beside me. Whenever I speak to David, I turn into someone else.

My phone rings again. I sigh. I look at the screen. Bridge… “I am around the block; I’ll be there in a minute… We need to switch out cars and I will leave the device in the glove compartment...” I tell him.

“You have someone half a block away from you. They have checked the footage of you getting into the car. So, we need to get rid of it.” He tells me.

“Don’t worry about me…” I roll my eyes. I hang up without waiting for him to speak.

I start driving faster, when I reach him, I leave the car on. I get out and walk over to my car. A SUV. David bought it four years ago for me.

“You need to burn the clothes…” I tell while waiting for him to get out.

“Carla will be in touch.” He says before walking over to the other car.

I do not say anything. I get in a rush over to the airport.

Bridge and I have an understanding we do not talk much; we do not know anything about each other than our names and we do not look each other up. We met in college almost six years ago.

Joseph Bridge and I have been working together for over five years. Technically business partners. Though I am sort of the face and he works in the background.

When I reach the airport, I see David standing at the entrance with a duffle bag on his shoulder.

I stop in front of him. He gets into the passenger side and take off.

“Thanks for this…” he thanks me.

I nod. “No problem. I was close…” I tell him.

I clench my fists around the steering wheel when I remember I forgot my phone in the other car. I left it on the seat. I was in a rush to get here I forgot it on the seat.

“You’re surprising Kira?” I ask him.

He smiles. The only time I have ever seen him smile was when he was speaking about Kira or thinking about her.

“Yes. I’ve missed her I haven’t seen her in two years.” He says.

I nod… “She misses you. She speaks about you all the time and she sleeps hugging the picture the two of you took the day before you were deployed…” I tell him.

He nods. “I am thinking about taking Kira with me to my sister, I’m back because my little sister is getting married and having a baby… I want to introduce her to my family…” he says.

I nod. David has a big family. He has four brothers and a little sister. David is the eldest of the bunch. His sister Gabby is the youngest and the only one that stays in LA as well. I have never met her, not that I ever would though. I’m surprised he wants to introduce Kira to his family.

“That’s nice…” I say faking a smile. I clench my fists around the steering wheel.

David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

He loves our daughter with everything in him. Shaakirah Herrington is seven now and loves her father just as much as he loves her. I am the only one who crossed the line and fell in love with him. I fell in love with David when he was there for me throughout my pregnancy.

A phone rings startling me, we are not far from Kira’s school. He answers his phone.

“Hey Kirsten…” he answers.

His youngest brother. Kirsten Herrington. ATF agent,

I park the car when we reach the school and wait for Kira to come out.

“Yes, I just landed…”

Kirsten stays in New York I think, or was it DC? I am not sure. I’ve made a point of not looking up any of the Herrington siblings.

“You’re staying with him?” he asks.

He bursts out laughing. “I did not tell you to stay with Jacob you know how he can be. Let me know when you land little brother…”

Jacob Herrington the second eldest Herrington brother. Jacobs a surgeon at a world-renowned hospital also out here in LA.

I tune out the rest of his conversation and get out of the car. I need to get a way to contact Bridge before he scraps the car. I’ll call him when I get home.

The car door opens, and David gets out. In a washed-out blue jean and a white tee that is so tight it looks like it would rip at any second.

“What time does she normally come out?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “She walks out with her friend, so it takes some time. Or she might be helping her teacher pack up as well.”

I watch the other mom’s eyeing him. I have never come with a man before; I think most of the mom’s think my husband is imaginary. Because in the three years Kira’s been at this school not once has, he been here.

Kira walks over with her friend Ava.

When Kira spots her father beside me. Her hazel eyes identical to her father’s light up.

“Daddy!” she screams out before running into her father’s arms.

He picks her up and kisses her and I think about when she was just a baby and David would hold her just like this against his chest. Oh no. I cannot be having baby fever. I blush at the thought. I shake my head and hide my cheeks.