Book Review The Husband's Secret Novels & Stories

“Instead of hiding? Instead of pretending?” I froze, my stomach twisting. “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I can’t do that. I won’t.” His brows rose, and he let out a humorless chuckle. “Can’t or won’t? Because there’s a difference. What’s the use, Lia? What’s the point in keeping this secret when…..” He paused, leaning in just enough to sting. “—when your husband already has another woman?” Oh my God this guy didn’t just do that, how dare he say that to me, though it was the truth but honestly I didn’t want to hear any of this at all.

But another part—stronger, more cautious—knew the timing wasn’t right. If Adrian was hiding things from me, then barging into his secrets wouldn’t make him confess. No, it would only make him retreat further behind those walls he built so carefully. So I did what I had always done when life became unbearable. I observed. --- The day moved slowly. Adrian disappeared into back-to-back meetings, leaving me alone in the penthouse. The silence, once again, pressed on me like a weight. I found myself back in the library, though I didn’t dare open that drawer again. Instead, I ran my hands across the spines of books, as if maybe—just maybe—the answers to who my husband really was might be tucked be

I slowly part from him and wrap myself in my dupatta. Damn it is hard to stand now as my legs are shaking. I grab the book and go down. I hide it in my secret place which is secret compartment of almirah whose key stays with me only and no one else has access to it. I take the blanket, go up and see my husband sleeping like a baby. I cover him with blanket and caress his cheek. He takes my hand and I remain still until he goes back to sleep. He must tired be of all the work he has to do for past weeks non stop. I get the breather once in a while but he doesn't comes back until late night some times and has to go back early morning.

I noticed that the comment section beneath the video completely blew up. "Oh, my goodness! You couldn't even make this stuff up if you tried!" "That woman's behavior is utterly despicable! She has a husband at home, yet she used their joint account to pay for a wedding with her side piece!" "That guy's got guts! Good for him!" "That side piece definitely knew she was married, right? How does he still have the nerve to buy gifts for the husband? That's so messed up!" "I hope that horrible woman gets exactly what's coming to her!"

"Because of what you did, my son was ostracized at school today, and I'm getting dirty looks too." Cynthia poked her finger hard into my chest, emphasizing every single word. "Daniel, don't forget that we weren't even married back then. If anyone is the homewrecker here, it's you." Her words stabbed like a knife to my heart. But she was the one who had cheated. A profound wave of exhaustion washed over me. I said quietly, "I don't know how that rumor started. It had nothing to do with me." Just as the words left my mouth, my phone vibrated violently in my pocket.

She had fallen for him at first sight. At the urging of his grandfather, Mr. Howard Morgan, they went to the city hall and got married that same day. On their wedding night, he tossed her an agreement. "I have someone I love. I'm only marrying you because my grandfather pushed me into it. Take a look at this agreement, and if you're okay with it, sign it. We won't announce our marriage publicly. After three years, we'll divorce. I can't give you anything except money." He kept his word. For three years, he gave her his credit card to use freely, but never gave her an ounce of affection. Even when they had sex, his face remained cold.

"W-What do you mean?" I stood up, looking down at her from above. "It means, did you really think you were the only one who knew this secret? While you were on your hunger strike demanding to see me, your dear father already handed over this 'secret' and all the evidence to Prince Khalid to save his own skin." I pulled out my phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her. In the video was Bobby. He was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. He looked even more pathetic than Brandon as he spilled every sordid detail from back then. To prove his sincerity, he even voluntarily handed over the forged evidence from years ago, along with a complete audio recording.

Her eyes looked shifty and her lips quivered, yet she could not find a single word. Just at that moment, someone called her name. Relieved that rescue came just in time, she muttered a goodbye and quickly left. Seeing her fleeing the scene in a panic, I smirked. I distractedly dried my hands before I left the restroom. Then, I called my brother, Daniel Kidman. Daniel was the head of the Eternal Group, who was also an important business partner of Jason's. I calmly said, "Daniel, please call off your business with Jason. I'm about to get a divorce. Yes, that's right. He has a secret lover. A college student."

But all I could see was my husband--Lucien Volkov was having sex with his secretary on his office desk, his secretary's hands were around his shoulders, her soft moans filling the audio like a mocking soundtrack. His voice, his familiar voice, the same voice that once whispered “I love you” into my neck at night, was grunting in pleasure, praising her, touching her the way he used to touch me. His face was buried in her neck, just the way he knew I loved and his fingers held her waist like she was something precious, like she was something he wanted to keep forever. I felt my chest tighten hurtfully that it almost knocked the breath out of me. My lips parted, trembling and my throat burned.