Hiding From My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Is it because of your husband?" I did not hide from Sam. I could hide from the world. I had been hiding from the world in various ways since I was twenty years old, and I was very good at it. But Sam had been there for all of it—the Vegas trip, the pregnancy, the Brooklyn years, the return, Julian, all of it—and she had a way of knowing things that made hiding from her feel like a waste of energy. "Yes," I said. "What are you going to do?" she said.

“If, after everything that you saw, my fear, my pain, I fucking opened up to you to the maximum that I could, think that I am giving him any information, then you have lost it.” “Then why the fuck didn’t you tell me that you were his fiancé, huh? Why have you been hiding under my fucking roof…?” “You fucking said it, HIDING!” I said, grabbing the pillow from behind me. I threw it at him before I could stop myself and he frowned. “I have been fucking hiding within your stupid walls for months. I saw my safety in you and I chose to hide…” “Hide from what? You and the fucking man were about to get married. Why the hell…?”

Clover POV “Honey!” Talon called. Quickly, I ended the call I was on and faced my husband; his curious eyes went to the phone he knew that I was hiding at my back. “What are you doing?” He asked and came closer to me with a worried expression on his face. I left the dining room suddenly, stating that I wanted to rest a bit in the room, but what I honestly wanted to do was to make a phone call I didn't want my husband to be aware of because I knew he would stop me.

But that was the least that I could do judging by her cold behavior. “I am your husband, the one person who you shouldn’t be hiding from. Fucking hell, I tell you everything I go through, I open up to you without setting any limits, and yet, I learn that my wife has been going through shit which she’s been hiding from me” I snapped turning to face her. Eliana’s eyes widened in surprise as she took a step back, her back hitting the wall behind her as she saw my anger in my eyes “don’t you fucking dare tell me that it is a silly reason” “It is something that I was going through because of what I did”

I asked to which she didn't answered "so now tell me what you're hiding from me" "I'm not lying and I'm not hiding anything from you so please let me be and stop pretending to be a caring husband I don't need that now" Vivian said walking out on me which makes me speechless I know we both have been a little bit far away from each other but that doesn't mean I don't love or care about her any longer but that not the case at hand because I definitely know she's hiding something from me which I will soon find out no matter how hard she tried to hide it from me.

I just want a happiness-filled marriage is that too much to ask? I kept myself all these years while my mates had all the fun they could get, just because I wanted when I finally meet my husband, it would be grand. he would appreciate my efforts and stay loyal to me and now after all these years, I find myself in the worst dilemma life could deal me, and on top of that, I have to cope with him hiding things from me, and now, cheating? Someone knocked on the door slightly startling me. I didn't move away instead I stretched my upturned legs on the floor to hold back the door in case the person tries to forcefully open it.

I asked, unable to contain my excitement. “Then we’ll find out soon enough. But we have to be careful. We can’t trust anyone in this situation. Not even your husband,” he said, looking around nervously. “My husband? What does he have to do with this?” I asked, feeling a lot suspicious because this was not the first time he made such a derogatory comment about my husband. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Forget I said anything,” he said quickly, avoiding my gaze. “No, tell me. What do you know about him? What is he hiding from me?” I demanded, feeling angry. I didn’t know why he was hiding whatever it was from me but I needed to know.

"But you are hiding something. I know it." The smile he rewards my statement has my defences rising. We might have been a couple for only six months but I like to think I know my husband. And my instinct tells me to insist. He bops my nose, I grimace, he is stalling. I am right, he is hiding something. "Brandon," I draw out his name, his face goes blank and I am tempted to retreat before I ruin our pleasant evening but I can’t. My hands circle his wrists. "What are you hiding?"

You are entitled to reach anywhere you want. My inner self on the right side; Don't listen to that rubbish better go and wait for your husband else where. My inner self on the left side; Could it be that there is something dangerous that your husband is hiding from you? Or else why will he forbide you near that room. Yes why will forbide me or anyone entering that room. What's really there that he is hiding?What is that made Winnie an adult to became mute for over two months now.

I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, if he saw the real messy, aching me, he would know what I hid well over the years. I just couldn't take that risk. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath. Pretending happiness was exhausting, emotionally grueling. After all, this was my husband’s engagement party. Strange, right? No one here knew the truth. No one would ever know. We had hidden that very well over the past year. Not even the press that adored every move he made suspected anything.