Novel & Cerita Clandestine Affair：my Wife Fell For My Father

“Shouldn’t you be away on some honeymoon? I felt like you were on a vacation with Dad. That was why I didn’t answer your call. Didn’t want you all to bother about me.” Gina glared at her Son as she approached his desk. “Isn’t it only the newlyweds that go on honeymoon? What do Barack and I have to do with your speculation?” “Not necessarily the newlyweds. You both went on vacation after Amarie’s wedding. I thought you would do the same now as a way to treat yourselves from the preparation.” “Stop acting like you care because I know that you don’t give a shit about your father and me. I’m still going to tell your father that you refused to let me in.”

I quickly took money from my wallet and then I just left it on the table even though I couldn't eat what I ordered anymore, then my knees softened and left there and headed for the nearest night club. I thought it was easy to forget him, to erase him from my heart and mind. I thought that the love I had for him could be overshadowed by anger, but it wasn't. Because the man who promised me in front of the altar that he would love me faithfully, is secretly having an affair.

He couldn't help being worried. "What will they doubt?" She frowned. Manik signed. "That we're having an affair which is true. But have you ever thought about what if they tell something to your parents or in their community that when your parents are out, you stay alone with me? Do you want it to spread and your parents to know like this? You know right things like this spread faster than fire?"

This time, there was a footage of him leaving the penthouse with his assistant, both swarmed with reporters and flashes. And beneath it, the words that made my stomach twist: The mysterious wife remains unidentified except for a single name, Ava. NO. What have you done Adrian? I tugged my boys closer. “Keep your heads down, okay?” Aiden blinked up at me. “Did something happen?” I crouched, brushing his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that, honey.” “Then why do you look sad?” Aaron asked softly. Because your father might destroy everything — again.

I explain that the weight of the shocking revelation that I am just about to fill them with weighs heavily in my heart. Mr. Mazur clears his voice, curiosity etched on his eager, dull face. “And?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if to set his ear in line with my mouth, but still not wanting to take his eyes off my mouth. His wife is no less eager, too. “You had an affair thirty years ago with a woman in your company. Her name was Hellen, and Ejay is the product of that affair.” I break the news, and thunder strikes them so hard.

He stated, gritting his teeth together. “That's absurd!” I blunted, arching my eyebrows widely. My hands clung on my waist as I sent a quick dagger glare to the daughter and father. “I'm your contract wife and not a slave, I have every right to publicly disclose that night. You should be happy I'm agreeing to your contract.” I expressed coldly, trying to be manipulative, hoping he would actually believe. “Remember you're nobody, Clara Barton. Who would believe I had an affair with someone like you?” He stated, his statement hit me deeply beyond my expectations.

“No I am not. At least right now, I’m not. Part of the tale we told you was true though. Your father and Inna were to be married, but he fell in love with me, and Inna doesn’t want him.” “You don’t know that.” Father muttered, and promptly did the weird blinking thing again. “She got drunk at your engagement! Anyway, her love for that foreigner Jules was so great that she was desperate to get out of her wedding to your father, even to the extent of ruining my life. Your father and I were having a secret affair, because my family doesn’t have as high a pedigree as theirs, so that makes me worthless to have as a wife. But no so worthless he won’t see me in secret.”

“I can’t argue with you on that, Adrian. Your mother and I were friends, but more importantly, we trusted each other explicitly.” “Is that why it was so hard on her when she found out about your affair?” I didn’t know why I said the words, but they came tumbling out unbidden. My father froze for several seconds before he sighed. “I never wanted you kids to know about my failings as a husband.” “I feel like we deserve to know. We’re all adults now, Father. We shouldn’t have secrets like this hovering over our heads.” “Adrian,” Father sighed, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. I thought he was going to refuse to answer, but he surprised me. “I’m the one who told your mother about

How could he have possibly known about their affair? Aaron had been so careful, so discreet. He had never spoken about his feelings for Hilary, never revealed their secret, never taken a chance, never dared to hope. He’d kept their love a secret, a quiet, unspoken truth between them, a shared intimacy that they cherished, a forbidden connection they’d kept hidden from the world. He had been a shadow, a ghost, a silent observer in the grand scheme of the Clinton family. Yet, Mr. Clinton had seen them, had witnessed their affection, had discovered their secret. How?

"I don't care what secrets are in that envelope, you can never put a knife in Richard Vanderbilts back…understood?" “Sure, I know. You don't have to tell me that”. I knew my father was never going to yield and fall into betrayal. The Stones have been known for their integrity for years. "Now, Robbie, tell me what secrets are those?" I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the fallout. "You remember Flora right? I…I kinda had…an affair with her before I married Ari. And I have a son with her, his name is Nate." My mom gasped and my father's expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing. "Robbie, what do you mean?"