My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 1

Julia Stewart had always collected boyfriends like charms on a bracelet, plenty of glitter, zero permanence.

Maria Johnson once thought she might go her whole life without ever seeing Julia get married. But today. Julia seemed to

have turned into a completely different person.

She messaged Maria in distress. [Two men proposed to me at the same time. I like both of them. What am I supposed to

do?]

[Pick one.] Maria replied.

The next second, Julia sent two business cards. [Which one do you want?]

Maria sighed, then typed. [I meant you pick one, not hand one over to me.]

She hit send, but froze when she saw the profile pictures. They looked disturbingly familiar. She tapped one of them, half

dreading what she might find.

A digital chill swept over her as the phone recognized the number, linking it to a profile that shouldn’t have been there.

The note next to his name was painfully intimate. Only one word.

[Honey.]

Maria’s fingers fumbled, scrolling through a history that suddenly felt like a crime scene, but there was no denying the

truth.

Her husband, the man she had been married to in secret for years, was one of the men proposing to Julia.

She asked Julia. [This man is proposing to you?]

Julia replied, [Of course. This is already the ninety–ninth time. I wasn’t planning to say yes, but he’s really generous.]

[He gives me presents on every holiday, things so perfect I can never refuse. Every time my period comes, he shows up

with hot cocoa. Never once late.]

[And he puts up with all my moods. No matter how unreasonable I get, he never complains. Plus he’s handsome, and in

bed he’s incredible. I mean hours incredible.]

[How am I supposed to turn him down?]

Maria stared at Julia’s flood of messages until her fingers stopped moving and began trembling She remembered all the

surprises Julia used to show off on Instagram.

Chapter 1

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A flower room covered in Bulgarian roses from floor to ceiling. Fireworks lighting the sky all night long. Blatant, lavish

affection.

Back then, Maria had actually felt envious. She had once told her husband, Stephen Greyson, that after five years of

marriage, she wanted a surprise too.

What did Stephen say? His brows had knit together, and his tone was tight with impatience.

“Maria, I told you. We can’t draw attention. Everyone is watching Greyson Corporation. They are watching me.”

“If I send you flowers one day, the paparazzi will find you and our daughter the next.”

The words hit like a physical blow, leaving a hollow ache where her pride used to be. She had pressed her lips together

and said nothing.

Stephen had softened then, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Maria, it’s not that I don’t want to give you anything. You know how many enemies the Greysons have. If they ever

found out about you, I don’t know if I could protect you.”

Hearing that had softened her too. She knew how hard Stephen worked to keep their little family safe. For years he had

walked on thin ice, juggling enemies outside and his own family inside.

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