My Husband’s Secret Apartment and the Woman He Kept There for 3 Years

Scott Harrington was attentive. Generous. Present.
He just had somewhere else to be between noon and seven.
When Vanessa’s Amex statement flags a recurring charge to a Brooklyn property management company she doesn’t recognise, she tells herself it’s probably a business expense Scott forgot to move. She tells herself this on the drive to Brooklyn. She tells herself this in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.
Melissa Cho answers the door in Scott’s NYU sweatshirt. She’s twenty-nine. She’s been living here for three years. She has a key to Scott’s office. She thinks Vanessa is a building manager.

And then Vanessa mentions her name.
Melissa’s face changes. Because she knows Vanessa’s name — Scott has told her a great deal about his wife. What Melissa didn’t know was that Vanessa existed as anything other than a distant, difficult memory Scott was navigating. He’d told Melissa the divorce was nearly final.

The worse discovery isn’t Melissa. It’s the guest book on the kitchen counter. Scott’s mother. His brother. His college roommate. Signed and dated over three years of dinners, holidays, celebrations.

The whole family knew. Every single one of them.

Vanessa Harrington gave Scott Harrington the best years of her life. What she takes back will make Wall Street nervous and family lawyers very, very wealthy.