All Chapters of HIS SECRET WIFE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

My mum cooked so much food for me to take back dad had to drive me back. We sat in silence in the old beat up truck, the sun over the horizon. My dad wore a smile on his face, making mine spread wider. He was not a talker but he was the sweetest man I knew.When I got to my apartment building he insisted on going up with me and inspected the apartment. Somehow he ended up fixing my loose tap because for some reason he also had his tool box in his car. Next was my door and my side table. It made him happy and that made me happy in turn. I felt special, like dad’s little girl. He made sure everything in the house was perfect before reluctantly walking to the door. I could not help just going to hug him. It was a bit awkward, my dad was shy and reserved, but in a cute way. I stepped back grinning at him. His face shot down. “Bye kiddo, take care of yourself.” “Thank you dad, drive well. I love you.” My heart was heavy, just realizing how blessed I was with my parents. “I love you too

Another week of vomiting and I was sure I was about to die. The fear was nearly unbearable, and I wished I could talk to someone, but I did not want to scare my mom. I sat in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come and tell me if I had cancer. In the days leading to the doctor’s appointment, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. It was what made me cry even more, thinking that I would die, having not even lived my life. I wanted to love, wanted to be loved. I wanted to belong. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to dance under the bright sun in a field of flowers. I wanted to catch flights from one city to the other. I wanted to sleep on a beach under the stars. Since forever, I had just been existing, not living. Every day I had lived through seemed like a waste now. And my reality was, no one wanted to love me. Even my friends despised me. None had talked to me in what seemed like forever. I wished I could get a peek at their group chat. I know Hanna had written up a stor

RYAN’S P.O.V. If I knew she would fuck me up like this I wouldn’t have gone. I was pissed at myself. Never had I slept with the same girl twice. I thought I was done with her until Sean came back with the footage from the club. It undid everything and once again I wanted to be buried in the warm, wet thick pussy. Was this why she had gone there? To rub it onto my face that she had done what many women had failed to do. A dark chuckle escaped, pulling me deeper into my thoughts. I hoped she dealt with this herself because what I would do to her would be much much worse. “Drive faster!” I shouted out. Sean, who was seated on the passenger seat, stared back at me. I did not dare tell him. He would pester me. This could not be happening. I had been reckless with her. When I first sank in, feeling how warm and tight she was, knowing no one had touched her threw my brain cells down the drain.I shook my head. Why wasn’t she on birth control? Weren’t all women on birth control? I was a

Neria’s P.O.V. It was decided, I was leaving. It was a shock my friends agreed to meet up. My nonchalant mood was gone. The fear had me on a choke hold as I sat in our table holding my tea in my shaking hands. In my head I kept going over the conversation I was about to have. It chocked me just thinking about it. I felt cold deep to the bone, not that it was cold, it was just me. My eyes ran to the door every time the bell chimed and every time it was not my friends I exhaled. It chimed again and this time I wasn’t in luck. My best friends all walked in at once as if they had been waiting for each other somewhere. I did not know whether to stand up and hug them or just smile from where I was seated. My heart began drumming harder. I was scared to even sip my tea because I would choke on it. As always, they looked stunning. Christina’s eyes met mine and that look told me she was pissed at me. In my head I ran through all the things I had done which could piss her off recently an

I can’t tell you what happened after. I sort of blacked out and when I came to consciousness again I was in a large bed, tucked in with blankets. The scenes came back, leaving me cold from within. I clutched the blankets closer, my chest hurting. How could he do this to me? How could I do this to myself? The tears pushed up, and squeezed out of my closed eyes to my pillow. I folded myself as I drowned in my sorrow. At first it was silent then the sob broke through. A heavy arm came over me, my body pulled to a stronger one. “I’m sorry,” The male voice kept cooing which made me cry even harder. “I’m sorry my fairy, don’t cry.” He tried to turn me around to him but failed and then I could not feel him. A thud sounded, shocking and scaring me. My eyes opened to him crunching on my side of the bed, having jumped over. I stared bewildered, more tears falling down. He quickly wiped them away, seeing the panic on his face. “I did something wrong, you can make me pay. Sho