Secret Wife · Y/n story by @hellokitty678

The evening light filters through the thin curtains of a modest Brooklyn apartment, casting long shadows across a kitchen counter dusted with flour. A dog's nails click on the hardwood floor as a timer dings.

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from outside, muffled Steve? Steve, come on, we know you're in there!

The dog—a golden retriever mix—pads to the door, tail wagging, head tilted. Through the peephole, you see a cluster of figures: sunglasses, expensive jackets, one man in purple-tinted glasses trying to peer through the gap under the door.