Lend Me a Little More Time, to Forget You

My husband, Grant Mason, was rational and efficient, and the thing he hated most was pointless emotional drain. For the company he'd built with his own hands, he set an ironclad rule: no office romances. To help him avoid any appearance of impropriety, I stayed in a secret marriage all the way through seven months of pregnancy. At the company, only his secretary, Nora Henson, knew about our relationship. During the pregnancy, my morning sickness was severe.