Windy City Wives: The Secret Wife

By Grace Walter

iMessage: "Except for a 2:00 meeting tomorrow I'm free. Dying to see your face."

Ella, who lives on the 22nd floor, gets a message from her old college flame that she hasn't seen since she walked out his door graduation weekend. She's a billionaire wife and mother now living a comfortable life so she certainly won't feel anything for Griffin, or so she tells herself...

The women of 1400 Lake Shore Drive share a few things in common: billions in the bank, dirty little secrets, and sometimes each other’s husbands. Part time billionaire wife, part time photographer, yogi, madam, mistress...these women are quite adventurous behind their closed doors.

Looking for summer short reads? Trashy beach reads? No one does summer beach reads chick lit quite like Grace Walter! Windy City Wives chronicles the frisky women of 1400 Lake Shore Drive where billions and bedrooms rule the days (and nights). The Time Travel Sisters transcend the space-time continuum to find themselves in a multitude of times, spaces, and places that feel “surreal” for more reasons that you think. And Grace and Georgia get second chances at love - with a photographer and rockstar to start with- and life in The Cashmere Chronicles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Make Lemonade
• Release date: Jun 6, 2019

Book preview

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This is precisely why I hate social media. Just two minutes ago, I was perfectly happy burning up my billionaire-but-boring husband’s black Amex card at the 900 North Michigan Avenue shops. But I just had to check my phone while I was waiting for my personal shopper to return with this season new lines.

"Headed to Chi-town" accompanied by the oh-so-artsy picture of the plane wing up in the clouds.

My stomach still has not recovered from the sudden drop to my toes as I take in the fact that the only guy that always makes me doubt my life choices is currently headed to my city. As the we will be sharing the same air panic sets in, I shift my weight and settle into the dressing room chair.

I met Griffin at a party 18 years ago and was instantly mesmerized by his blue eyes. I got lost for a good 3 days in those eyes, his silky voice and his flannel sheets. I surfaced only because I had to get back to my campus to wrap up my senior year finals. I was so focused on getting out of school and into my job in PR that I did not let him hold on to me or that weekend or even my phone number.

But since we had mutual friends, and then the damn social media wave, he has been the consistent undercurrent of my thoughts. My life ended up exactly where I wanted, but my heart has not.

Right out of college, I excelled at my job and caught the eye of one Jason Parkes, a wealthy CEO that was starting his 3 rd company. And after helping him bring his name to the Fortune 500 list, I also gladly changed my name when I married him. He was everything a girl could want - he was mature, rich, and totally adored me.

The age difference did not bother me at the time. 22 and 32 did not seem that far apart. But now, it’s like this massive valley between us that neither of us has any intention of crossing.

Sure, part of it is that we had kids, and they became my world. He traveled and had an entire life that I knew nothing about. He now spends more time in Beijing that the states, and that is perfectly fine with me. He comes home for holidays, and the kids think all is normal. After all, it’s the same for all their boarding school friends.