Book Review The Husband's Secret Novels & Stories

, Adrian responded, his voice sounding helpless and anxious. My hands hurriedly clamped my mouth holding back the scream from escaping by chance. So I was right all this time. My own husband would go such lengths to humiliate his contract wife. Loosing the zeal to wash up as I couldn't risk being found out, I redirected my steps towards Mr. Hawthorne's study room with a plan to hide in there until he returned. My hands casually stroked the thousands of books on his shelf I'd always admired as I was also a lover of books. I reached to pull out another book from the shelf which turned out to be a frame instead.

Victor could only laugh. November smelled the scent of another woman clinging to her husband’s body a few minutes before her husband Leonidas entered their front door. The smell was somehow familiar, someone human and she met before. She moved towards the island of their kitchen, eyes narrowing with his every step coming towards her direction. She reached for the milk and hid her smile behind the cup of milk when she felt his discomfort and guilt. She too instantly felt guilty by her lies and secrets, seeing her husband in a confused state made her sigh. Her poor, innocent husband is of no power to understand anything about the changes in his senses and feelings as long as she holds her secr

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

Quinn’s POV I walked out of the hotel and my legs feel like they are made of paper. I can’t believe what I just saw. I am so thankful for Maya who has seen Leander going into that hotel. That night, she told me not to be surprised because she saw my husband going somewhere so I ordered her to follow him secretly, my trust isn't fully coming back yet. Then after twenty minutes I received a call from her. "He entered in a luxury hotel near the office, he seemed drunked, did you two fight again?" She asked me, he didn't tell me he was meeting with someone at the hotel.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

I retorted. "According to him, his was." He winked. "Was?" "The wife died." I fell silent. "And you know what the secret recipe is? One which only the husband can add to the marriage?" I raised a brow. One that only the husband can add? That's new. "What?" Curiosity got the better of me. "Fearing his woman a little." I stared at his stupid grin. And then, out of nowhere, I let out an absolutely atrocious pig-like snort as I burst out laughing.

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too. I was lost in my thoughts, my mind raced through everything I had just uncovered. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through article after article, each one darker and more troubling than the last. Harry’s past was a maze, a tangled web of secrets and lies that I wasn’t sure I was ready to untangle. But something inside me couldn’t stop. I had to know who this man really was—who my husband really was. Then, a soft knock at the door snapped me out of my trance.