Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

"Ouch," "Uncle Vincent filed for a divorce and was able to provide enough evidence to deem Alyna as an unsafe parent and got sole custody of their two kids, didn't have to pay alimony, and she wasn't allowed to visit them at all." Serafina lay back on the blanket, staring at the black sky, suddenly finding it much colder than a few minutes ago. "Some say she found another guy and ran away with him, some say she couldn't take the guilt of her actions and disappeared, while others say that she killed herself. But whatever the case, she hasn't been seen or heard from."

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

Nate’s hand gripped mine hard enough to hurt. The woman closed the case halfway and spoke one last quiet sentence. “The marriage is valid. The love is real. But the bloodline was never the secret. The secret is who else survived that night… and who has been watching you both fall in love from the very beginning.”

he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes fixed on the woman, his mind struggling to process the information. He had never heard of a second daughter, a sister, a sibling to Hilary. Hilaire, the man who had always presented himself as a devoted husband, a loving father, had been living a double life. The revelation shattered his carefully constructed image, revealing a man with a dark secret, a man with a past that he had kept hidden for years.

Dear Readers, First of all, thank you for taking this journey with me. Every chapter, every comment, every vote, and every moment you spend with The Widow Who Married My Husband means more than you know. When Ava buried her husband, she believed her story had ended. She never imagined that the man she mourned would return, bringing with him secrets, lies, and a past far more dangerous than she could have imagined. What began as a story of grief and loss has become a battle for truth, love, and survival.

They sit at the big table in my office and look at all the papers I have. “This is good,” Maria says. “We have proof that Clara Vance and the Harris family were partners. Now we need to find their families.” “I already found Wren Harris,” I say. “She is William Harris’s great-granddaughter. She lives here in the city.” “Good,” Maria says. “We need to talk to her and her family. We also need to find Clara’s family – do you know where they are?” “Quinn is Clara’s daughter,” I say. “Her aunt lives in another city – we will call her today.”

Beside it hung yesterday’s clothes, still draped carelessly over the chair exactly where I had dropped them after finally dragging myself home sometime after midnight. I pulled up the news. THE HAWTHORNE DECEPTION: CEO SEBASTIAN HAWTHORNE’S FIVE-YEAR SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED. Then another. WHO IS THE MYSTERY MRS. HAWTHORNE? Another. SECRET WIFE STUNS HIGH SOCIETY. I scrolled down. Then I scrolled again. Nothing. Everyone had something to say. Except…no one seemed interested in the actual reason I’d been standing on that stage.

Guinevere was a different and intriguing puzzle, how was she human and looked exactly like my dead wife? I had plans to invite a very old friend over for the wedding which will be holding during the week, I wanted him to access her and tell me if she was indeed Katherine. Nobody was going to know this of course, my old friend was a witch of the first order during his time and now an accountant He had managed to hide himself among the people of the ton with none of them being the wiser, his wife had been killed during the uprising many centuries ago. He and I had managed to navigate ourselves, having each other's backs throughout the century.

Valarie said, "has been hidden in Evans Wilson's basement for five years. In a cryo chamber. Very much alive." Gasps echoed around the room. "And this woman," Valarie placed another photo next to it, "is Hailey Wilson. Evans' wife." The two photos were identical. "Same face, same DNA and same everything." Valarie looked around the table. "Care to explain, Mr. Wilson? Why you married a woman who looks exactly like the girl you have been hiding for years?"

I placed the call on speaker and dropped it on the bed. “Any updates?” I asked without beating around the bush. I was too exhausted for small talk. “No sir but there is something that is confusing. I know you asked for the person behind your wife's accident but I went further to know more about your wife and I discovered she wasn't dead along but she is hidden like she never existed,” I removed my suit trousers, leaving me only in my boxers, and threw them into the laundry basket by a corner of the room. “I know that already; she is back under my roof,” I said, and the other side went quiet for some time.