The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 69

69 The Confession at the Social Club

69 The Confession at the Social Club

## Hazel’s POV 1

The morning air felt cool against my tear-stained face as I sat in the back of the taxi. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving a hollow ache where Liam’s warmth had been just hours ago.

I stared at my phone. Five missed calls from him already.

“You okay, miss?” The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice cracking.

As soon as I got home, I called Chloe.

“I need you,” I said simply when she answered.

“I’ll be right there,” she replied without hesitation. “What happened?”

“I left him. I left a note and walked out while he was sleeping.”

A pause. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

My eyes welled with fresh tears. “No. Yes. I don’t know anymore.”

“Call the girls,” Chloe said firmly. “I’ll arrange everything.”

After hanging up, I checked on Leo, who was happily playing with his blocks under Mrs. Peterson’s watchful eye. I knelt down beside him, drawing strength from his innocent smile-the smile that looked so much like his father’s.

“Mama sad?” Leo asked, touching my cheek.

“Mama’s okay, baby,” I whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. “Mama’s going to be just

fine.”

Chloe arrived like a hurricane, full of purpose and determination. “The Social Club. One hour. Everyone’s meeting us there.”

“Chloe, I don’t think I’m up for-”

“Trust me,” she cut me off. “You need this more than

you

know.”

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The Social Club was Haven Harbor’s most exclusive private venue-a luxurious

establishment co-owned by Chloe’s father. It offered discreet meeting spaces for the city’s elite, ensuring absolute privacy.

“Daddy’s had a private room set aside for us,” Chloe explained as we entered through a separate entrance. “No one will bother us there.”

The room was stunning-soft lighting, plush seating, and a panoramic view of the harbor. Thea, Stella, and Scarlett were already waiting, mimosas in hand and concern etched on their faces.

“Hazel!” Thea rushed over, embracing me. “What the hell happened?”

I sank into the nearest chair. “I honestly don’t know anymore.”

Scarlett handed me a mimosa. “Drink first, then talk.”

I took a large gulp, letting the bubbles burn down my throat. “I spent the night with

him.”

“You WHAT?” Stella’s eyes widened.

“And then I left him a goodbye note this morning while he was still asleep.”

Chloe frowned. “Wait, you slept with him and then dumped him? That’s cold, even by

my standards.”

“It wasn’t like that,” I protested. “Last night was… it was incredible. It was everything. But when I woke up this morning, reality came crashing back.”

“What reality?” Thea asked gently.

I set my glass down, my hands trembling. “That no matter how good it feels to be with him, he lied to me for months. He knew Leo was his son and said nothing.”

Scarlett leaned forward. “And you’re absolutely sure you’re making the right call?”

Before I could answer, servers arrived with a lavish brunch spread. Chloe had ordered everything-pastries, fresh fruit, omelets, waffles, and more champagne for refills.

“Eat,” she commanded. “Food first, life crisis second.”

The conversation shifted as we filled our plates. Stella, always the provocative one, started describing her latest romp with Owen in vivid detail.

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“He did WHAT with whipped cream?” Thea gasped, nearly choking on her mimosa.

“Don’t act shocked,” Stella grinned. “Adrian told me about your little adventure in his office after hours.”

Thea turned crimson. “That traitor! He promised not to tell anyone!”

“Men gossip worse than we do,” Scarlett laughed. “Noah told Chloe about the handcuffs incident.”

“Noah is a dead man walking,” Chloe declared, but her smile betrayed her lack of genuine anger.

I felt a small smile tugging at my lips despite my heartache. These women-my friends, my support system-were trying so hard to distract me.

“What about you, Hazel?” Stella nudged. “Before the dramatic exit, how was it with Mr.

CEO?”

Heat rushed to my face. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“That good, huh?” Thea smirked.

“It’s not just about the sex,” I admitted quietly. “It’s everything about him. The way he looks at me, the way he holds Leo, the way he seems to know exactly what I need

before I do.”

Scarlett studied me intently. “You’re still in love with him.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Completely,” I whispered. “That’s what makes this so hard.”

Chloe refilled my glass. “So let me get this straight. You’re madly in love with a gorgeous, devoted billionaire who is also the father of your child and desperately wants to be with you both.”

“When you put it like that…” I shook my head. “But it’s not that simple.”

“It never is,” Thea agreed. “But sometimes we make things more complicated than they

need to be.”

Stella nodded. “The first time I saw you two together-even when you were fighting- the chemistry was undeniable. It was like watching two magnets being forcibly held

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