My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

“I called my husband.”

Graham’s fingers stopped.

“Your what?”

“My husband.”

He looked at Adrian again, this time trying to rearrange the information around a man he had expected to impress rather than explain himself to.

“How long?”

“Three years.”

“And nobody thought I should know?”