The Ex-Wife's Secret (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 46

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Feeling frustrated with how things were going, Jonathan kept a firm grip on Teresa as they watched Truman’s car disappear. His voice was casual, yet there was a clear undertone of irritation when he asked, “Still in touch with him?”

With a defiant twitch, Teresa slipped free of his grip “We’re divorced, Jonathan. You can see who you want, and I can catch up with old friends. We’re not in each other’s business.”

Jonathan’s lips pressed into a thin line as he spoke. “I talked to Simona, made it clear I’m not interested, and asked her to stop bothering my mom about matchmaking, I’ve been away on business in Yenisville.”

His gaze was steady as he added, “Don’t avoid the question. What’s the story with meeting him?”

Teresa’s forehead creased, her tone resolute. That’s not any of your concern

For a beat, Jonathan was left without a comeback, a novelty for him. He fumbled for a way to regain the upper hand, but his usual snappy remarks weren’t coming.

Changing the subject, Jonathan inquired, “Why did you change the password? It used to be my birthday.”

I’ve swapped out the old all–six code, so you don’t have to panic about that anymore,” she replied.

Jonathan sighed. “I figured it wasn’t just sixes. He had already attempted his birthday, six sixes, and even hers, all to no avail. The new code was a mystery to him.

“Hope you’ve got a better memory this time,” he added.

“Absolutely, Teresa affirmed. She took a deep breath, her eyes steady as she looked at him. “What brings you here today?”

“Just figured I’d take you out for a bite,” Jonathan offered, trying to sound casual.

Teresa waved him off, rubbing her stomach. “Already filled up with Truman, not hungry at all”

Jonathan stood there, momentarily speechless.

Enjoying his sulk, Teresa asked, “Anything else? I’m thinking of turning in for the night.”

Jonathan pressed on, “Give me a clue, at least. Is it Truman’s birthday or something?”

Teresa lightly kicked his leg. “Beat it, you nut

Jonathan’s expression flickered with a mix of pain and relief. He pondered. If it’s not Truman’s birthday, then what? Could it be Miriam’s Have they gotten that close already?