Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

He had been trying to avoid talking about Sidra ever since he found Humeyra. Then what the hell was the white raven? Was his wife a secret agent? What relationship did she have with the said orphanage? Should I use my resources to conduct an intense background search on my own wife?

Not culprit but victim is the right term for Viaan Adams in a secret marriage. ‘Foster parents and their hatred. The facade of Thomas Jones!’ ‘The secret wife of Viaan Adams, Kiara Viaan Adams, comes in front of the media, exposing the lies of her foster parents.’ ‘The CEO’s wife turned out to be a victim herself. Not from her husband but from the parents.’ ‘The heart-wrenching story of the CEO’s hidden marriage, and the sensational revelations of the rival!’ ‘The lies, deception, and truth of the new Businessman Of The Year—Hunter Brown!’

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

But, guess what? I am standing in this white-laced dress in front of a man who is supposed to be Harold, but due to unforeseen circumstances it's a stranger who didn't even propose to me. “Do you take Harriet Marie Parker as your lawfully wedded wife, Jin Holland Cavill?” I am not Harriet! I wanted to shout that from the top of my lungs if it would mean I can stop the wedding. However, I am sure that it will make things worse.

"Sure, sure. We'll do as you say." Acting as if Daniel didn't exist, they left, hand in hand. It wasn't until then that Daniel came back to his senses. I can't believe it! Hilda is Aebasa Clemon, the wife of Nathan Clemon! The wife he kept hidden for two years! What on earth happened?! How did Hilda end up marrying Nathan Clemon?!

My ever charming husband now seemed to be more of an asshole and a jerk… Our lovely seven years of marriage now looked like a big waist of time and resources, as I had resigned from my job just to be with him and I also didn't hesitant when he asked me to get involved with him in a hidden marriage and I had seen it to be a great way to finally get closer to him. In the seven years of my hidden marriage, I had conceived five children with each one of them stillborn. ____ "You killed Rory Mason's five children just to provide specimens for Brittney Maron’s medical experiments? Are you seriously okay? Those were your own flesh and blood!" Brian continued..

She had just made me fall for her deeper and she had no idea. She excused herself from them right then and walked away. The man who had called himself her husband for years tried to go after her but was stopped by his real wife. Knowing who he was, in that moment I imagined the kind of freakish accidents I could make happen to them. But she was getting away. I pushed my body of the wall I was leaning on and pulled my hands out of my pocket. June stopped by an office that had her name on it, June Cross, head surgeon. My fucking girl.

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

And I don't recognize myself. Disheveled hair. Red eyes with deep dark circles. I look like a stranger. A stranger who has been soiled. Disfigured by blows of indifference and betrayal. I walk past our bedroom. The door is ajar. I glance in. My sister sleeps, naked, on top of my husband. He still wears his wedding ring. She still has my perfume on her skin. They sleep. They almost laugh in their sleep. They are so peaceful. And I am the ghost.

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.