Book Review The Husband's Secret 소설 & 이야기

I retorted in a tone so firm that he looked up at me with furrowed brows, “No?” “You don’t get to talk about him like that.” Cassian chuckled softly. “And yet your husband is a killer.” I shook my head, “Killer or not. He is my husband,” I answered, “And he does not keep secrets from me.” His lips curved faintly. “Sure,” he answered, “You can believe that if you want to. But that is never going to change the fact of what your husband is.” My jaw tightened, and I hissed at him, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

To my shock, it wasn’t locked- not like before, when it had always been sealed tight during the time I lived here. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The space was sharp and masculine, polished mahogany desk, leather chair, walls lined with neat bookshelves, framed cityscapes, and a sleek bar tucked in the corner. Everything in its place, everything calculated. I forced down the thought that what I was doing was wrong, that it could land me in more trouble than I could bear. No. I was his wife. And if my husband wanted to be a secretive bastard, then that was on him—not me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, my lips quivered, my hands trembled as I stared at them. Sebastian was supposed to be my husband. My everything. And now… now he was laying there with her. Ava. Of all people, her. They were tangled up in each other like some cheesy rom-com scene, except this was my life, not some dumb movie. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the walls were closing in on me. My throat was tight, and my hands were shaking so badly,my heart tightened. My feet moved before my brain even caught up, and I turned and bolted out of the living room. I didn’t even care about making noise. If they heard me, fine. If they didn’t, whatever. I just had to get out of there.

Ramon followed after me and I could hear whispers in the crowd. My ears then caught, "He still can't do that to a woman. Just because she wiped his cloth clean for him?" I paused making Ramon skid to a halt as well. I turned to the talker and she immediately hid her face. "My wife wouldn't like another woman's hand all over my body. More especially from someone with a dream as dirty as hers." "Did he just say wife?!" "He's married?!" "When?" "It has to be a secret marriage."

“Not yet.” I stepped back into the shadows, retreating before they could notice me. My mind was spinning. Who was Adam? Why was his name a weapon? And why was my husband keeping him in the dark? I realized then that the contract was the least of my problems. I was living in a house built on a secret, and Adam was the key to the man I had married. I was not just his wife anymore. I was a woman who was going to tear this house apart until I found the truth.

’’ came the reply. ‘’Oh I would honey and another thing, I think you lovely young bride would not like to find out that her dear husband hasn't changed at all! that he has been keeping secrets from her, secrets as big as having a SON with another woman so be wise or else!’’ ‘’Do not threaten me, dearest, because I have evidence that shows the real you! so let's wait and see what your husband has to say when he sees that, shall we?’’ The mayor smirked on the other side after which he heard a click, letting him know that she cut the call. With a heavy sigh he put the cellphone away in his drawer and locked it with his key, just as Betty entered his office…..

Synopsis Lacy has a sensual dark secret that no one else knows. When her husband finds out he has a decision to make…and Lacy’s fate hangs in the balance. ⸻ Chapter 1 Lacy dearly loved her husband David and couldn’t imagine living without him. She was always supportive of his hopes and dreams, and she was always there to back him up no matter what troubles beset them. Over the years they had conquered every obstacle that had challenged them, and she still welcomed him to their bed with open arms and found inventive ways to excite him. It was the ideal marriage.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

Nipping, exploring, he trailed his mouth across my collarbone, to the roundness of my shoulder. I began thinking; where did he learn, this is unlike my husband. He nudged aside the strap of my dress to tease the vulnerable beginning of my breast. I curved my hands around his shoulders and arched against him. "Where did you learn to be romantic, other times you just staff and pound me." "I learned from the secrets of great sex." "I love you and am glad that you did learn, it means something to me like I feel so good right now, you can barely imagine what I'll do on top of you, you -" I was silenced by a deep sensual kiss in the mouth.