The Morning After Our Wedding, I Found a Tiny Key and a Secret Note in My Husband’s Tuxedo—Then I Read the Words, “She Can Never Know Until the Right Moment”

“But you also have four years of evidence about who Callum usually is.”

I pressed the tiny key into my palm.

“What if the four years were the lie?”

Felicia sighed.

“That sentence is Darren talking.”

I hated how quickly she identified it.

“This is not Darren.”

“I know.”