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MY HUSBAND'S HIDDEN TRUTH

MY HUSBAND'S HIDDEN TRUTH

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19
By:  Hana ReeseOngoing
Language: English
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Contemporary

CEO

Pregnant

Second Chance

I married Leander Ivanov for love – even if our life together was more steady than passionate. After two years of building a quiet life side by side, I thought we were finally ready to start a family. I planned to tell him I was pregnant on his 30th birthday, surrounded by his favorite meal and the custom watch I’d spent months creating just for him. But when I turn on the news, I see him with Wren Harris – his first love, back in town after five years abroad. They look like the perfect couple, and the way he looks at her makes my heart shatter into pieces. When he comes home, he claims it was just a coincidence – but then Wren shows up at our door, wearing my watch and revealing the flowers he gave me were meant for her. As Wren and her mysterious business partner Leon Rossi weave their way into our lives, I start to suspect there’s more to their return than meets the eye. The rumors about a hostile takeover of Ivanov Industries aren’t just gossip – they’re part of a dangerous plan to destroy everything Leander’s family built. Now I have to fight for my marriage, my unborn child, and the company that means everything to the man I love. But can I trust Leander to choose us over the woman he once thought was his soulmate? And will the truth be enough to save us when lies threaten to tear our world apart?

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Hana Reese
Hana Reese
Loving someone who isn't finished loving his past is ...
2026-03-14 07:05:50
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Treasure's tales
Treasure's tales
when do you update the next chapters???... it's intriguing!
2026-03-13 16:58:23
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20 Chapters
Chapter 1
Quinn’s POV I’ve spent three hours preparing for Leander’s birthday dinner, and my feet ache. Braised short ribs rest in the oven, roasted vegetables are ready to serve, and the chocolate lava cake, I practiced twice to get it right sits on the table. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the dress he once said made me stunning. I know he’d like it. I wanted everything to be perfect. Because tonight, I’m going to tell him I’m pregnant. The positive test is in my clutch, wrapped in paper like it’s a precious gift; not just two pink lines that have changed everything. We’ve been married two years. His grandfather arranged the union to save my family’s small business, but we tried to build something real between us. We weren’t passionate, but things were steady like a house with strong walls that hadn’t been painted yet. I always thought we’d decorate it together someday. My phone buzzes. It’s Sam, a colleague I worked with on a fashion spread last year; we keep in touch to ta
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Chapter 2
I woke up with a bad headache and the first thing that I saw was a bouquet of white lilies, its my favorite, which I told him about on our third date at the botanical gardens. It comes with a card that says: “Sorry about last night. Happy Birthday to me and to us. Love, L." For a moment, hope flickers in my chest. Maybe he really did just forget. Maybe he really was just being kind to Wren. Maybe everything I saw on the news was just a misunderstanding, and we can still have our moment, I can still tell him about the baby, and we can start over. I push myself up, my nightgown was twisted around my legs, and reach for the flowers. They smell like rain and vanilla, and I pressed my face. I’m still holding the flowers when I hear the bathroom door open and Leander steps out, his hair was damp from a shower, wearing the gray sweatpants he sleeps in. “You got them,” he said, his voice was quiet as he sits on the edge of the bed. “They’re beautiful,” I replied, even though a tiny
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Chapter 3
I don’t sleep much that night. I lied in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sound of Leander’s car pulling into the driveway. It never comes. When morning light starts to seep through the curtains, I got up and made myself a brewed coffee, it is what I used to drink it before I met him and he taught me to take it with cream and sugar. It tastes bitter on my tongue, but it matches the way I feel. My phone buzzes on the counter, it was Maya, of course. She texted me five times last night, asking if I was okay, if I needed her to come over, I told her I was fine, that I just wanted to be alone. But this morning, I need her more than anything. “Come over,” I text back. “I need to tell you everything.” She arrived here in twenty minutes, bursting through the door with a grocery bag full of donuts and wine. She doesn’t said anything when she sees my red eyes or the lilies that are still floating in the bathtub. She just pulls me into a hug, so tight that I can barely
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Chapter 4
I watch Leander’s face as I pulled up files on my laptop. They show Leon’s takeovers, Harris-Rossi stockpiling Ivanov shares, and decoded messages where Wren and Leon plan to use their connection to steal our merger plans. His jaw tightens, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the desk, but his eyes stay cold distant. “This doesn’t change anything,” he says, his voice flat. “You actually manage to dig all this up? You’ve been spying on me, on my business contacts, how do I know you didn’t fabricate this to turn me against Wren?” I stared at him, my heart was breaking all over again. “I didn’t fabricate anything, I found this because I was trying to figure out why you’ve been pulling away from me, why you’d choose her over us, over this.” I gesture to my stomach, which is just starting to show beneath my shirt. “Over our baby.” He looks at my stomach like he’s seeing it for the first time, but there’s no warmth in his gaze only anger. “You waited this long to tell me? Why?
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Chapter 5
The sound of police sirens fades down the driveway as they lead Leon away in handcuffs. Wren sits slumped in the armchair by the window, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Mr. Ivanov Sr. places a steady hand on her shoulder. “We’ll get your family safe,” he says, his voice gruff but kind. “But first, you’ll need to tell us everything he made you do.” Leander stands at the edge of the room, his eyes fixed on the empty doorway where Leon was dragged out. His jaw is tight same as when he gripped the desk earlier when I first showed him the files on Leon’s takeovers. Back then, he’d accused me of spying. Now, his hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white with the weight of what we’ve uncovered. I went into the hallway to catch my breath, my hand resting on my stomach. The baby flutters against my palm, a tiny reminder of why I started digging in the first place. Sam follows me out, her face tight with regret. “I’m so sorry, Quinn,” she says, handing me my phone. “I have no idea
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Chapter 6
As I reach my car, Wren appears from the shadows near the loading dock. “He’s not a bad man,” she says quietly. “He’s just scared of losing what his family built, scared of admitting they were wrong.” “Scared doesn’t excuse lying,” I say, sliding into the driver’s seat. “But if he wants to make this right, he’ll have to do it publicly. The gala for the merger is in three days. I’ll be there.” Wren nods. “I’ll be there too,” she says. “To tell the truth about Leon, about Jake. To make sure your mom’s work is honored the way it should be.” Three days later, The black car pulls up to the grand hotel’s entrance, and the doorman opens the door with a polite nod. I step out, smoothing the navy gown Leander bought me for our third anniversary when we’d stood side by side to announce Roots and Blooms. Back then, the fabric had felt like a promise. Now, it feels like armor. Inside, the gala hall hums with energy. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over white linen tables, and waiters g
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Chapter 7
I am so happy that my mother's studio is now a part of Ivanov industries. I run my hand over the drafting table, where sketches for Roots and Blooms are spread out in neat rows. The blue fabric we’d admired sits in a bolt at the corner, already cut into panels for the first batch of dresses. “The weavers just called,” Wren says, walking in with a mug of tea. Her arm is out of the sling now, though she still winces when she moves it too fast. “They’ve finished the test runs for the lily embroidery—exactly how your mom’s notes describe it.” She sets down a folder on the table—legal documents from the case against Jake and Leon. “The courts ruled in our favor,” she says, sliding the papers toward me. “All the fake records are being expunged, and Harris-Rossi is being forced to sell back every share they bought illegally. Mr. Ivanov Sr. says we can use the funds to open the design school your mom planned.” I flip through the pages, my eyes landing on a line that makes me pause: “Ivanov
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Chapter 8
Leander's POV I’m at the factory by five thirty every morning now. It’s become a habit—one that keeps me grounded, keeps me from drowning in the weight of everything I’ve done wrong. I spend the first hour fixing the old machines my grandfather let rust away Clara’s machines, the ones she designed herself. The metal is cold under my hands, and every bolt I tighten feels like a small step toward making things right. Three weeks have passed since the gala. Three weeks since Quinn stood on that stage and told the truth about everything about her mom, about the prenup, about the lies we’d all let fester. I still see her face when she held up the partnership agreement strong, steady, and so full of hurt I can barely breathe when I think about it. I walked over to the weaving floor and stop by the machine I fixed yesterday. Maria, one of the weavers who’s been here since Clara’s time, is running fabric through it blue cotton, the same kind Quinn and I want. She looks up and gives me
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Chapter 9
Quinn’s POV The design school’s blueprint is spread across my mom’s drafting table—Leander’s additions are in pencil, mine in ink. The small workshop space he suggested for plant dyeing sits right next to the garden, just where she would have wanted it. I run my finger over the lines, tracing the path from the classroom to the gallery we’re naming after her. “New beginnings,” she’d said about yellow fabric. I’ve painted the school’s entrance in soft gold her color, the one she wore the day she signed the partnership agreement. It’s two days before the groundbreaking, and the factory is buzzing. Weavers are finishing the first batch of Roots and Blooms dresses each one stitched with a small note inside the pocket: “Made with care, built to last.” Wren is coordinating with local schools to enroll the first class of students, while Sam handles the paperwork for our organic fabric suppliers. Everything is falling into place, just like we’d planned back before the lies, before the pain.
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Chapter 10
It's been six months since the ground breaking, the design school’s front door swings open with a soft chime. I push through, my hands are full of fabric swatches and lesson plans, and pause to take it all in. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, illuminating rows of drafting tables where students are bent over sketches. In the corner, a group is gathered around a large wooden loom, Maria guiding their hands as they weave a bolt of blue cotton. “Quinn!” Wren calls out, walking over with a stack of enrollment forms. “We just got twenty more applications, local schools are sending their best students.” She’s right. The school is everything we’d dreamed of: classrooms named after weavers who’d worked here for decades, a library filled with my mom’s journals and William Harris’s pattern books, and a garden out back where kids are learning to grow indigo, marigolds, and flax. Every corner feels like a tribute to what came before and a promise of what’s to come. “Leander just finis
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