Hiding From My Husband Novels & Stories

He breaks the silence. "Huh? What are you talking about?" "Your husband found me insisting to drop you. I hope he didn't mind" "He didn't. He's not like that to mind a silly thing. Especially when you were being helpful," I say. "That's great. I was worried because most of the husbands don't like it" "Mine isn't a toxic one," I pass him a smile. "He's different" "Then why are you hiding my truth from him?" He asks abruptly, freezing me.

Finally, exhausted, I sat on the rocks, staring at the water, hoping to find the peace in the waves that seemed to help my wife. Maddox found me a short while later and sat across from me. “What are you doing, Richard?” “Hiding,” I stated honestly. “From?” “My life. My thoughts. Katy.” “How’s that working for you?” I met his calm, concerned gaze. “Not so well.”

Whenever Zeus tells her that he loves her, she finds it unbelievable. "Remember before I asked you if you were hiding something from me? You said no, but little did you know at that time. I already know about your secret and it hurts me, but I still keep on asking you because I wanted to give you a chance. I wanted you to say it right in front of my face because I know I can forgive you if you did. But what did you do? You keep on lying to me. I don't want to leave you that time, Zeus, because I love you and it would kill me if I did that. But as time goes by, I can't let myself get hurt, so I decided to leave you and hide our child from you because I don't want her to experience what I expe

"Please, Dr. Aris. I am begging you. You cannot tell him." The older doctor stared at me, deeply bewildered. "I don't understand. He is your husband." "Our marriage is ending," I wept quietly, gripping the edges of my blazer. "Please." My voice broke on the word. "If they know—if he knows—" I pressed my palm flat against my stomach, hard, like I could hide what was under my skin. "They'll keep me. They'll keep it. I won't—I can't—" I shook my head, breathed, tried again. "I just need tonight. Just tonight to get out."

"I know you did that to avoid me. You must be so repulsed by what happened between us.” "No.” I shook my head frantically. "That's not it. I was just embarrassed.” He chuckled and walked up to me. “You are embarrassed that your husband sucked your sweet cunt but you think it is okay to hide things from me?” "Because I did not think it was something you needed to know.” My breath quickened at his dirty words. "I didn't need to know that another man was in such close proximity with my wife?" He stepped closer. "Why do you suddenly sound so possessive?” I folded my arms. "I can remember you encouraging me to pursue another relationship if I wanted.”

Still, I forced myself to stay professional and neutral. His brow lifted slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Managing,” he echoed. “Not very convincing.” I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs, arms folding over my chest. “Marriage isn’t supposed to be convincing. It’s supposed to be private.” “Private, yes. But not hidden.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “Do you feel like you’re hiding things from your husband?” He’s trying to get a rise out of me. I know it, and I won’t let him.

, Adrian responded, his voice sounding helpless and anxious. My hands hurriedly clamped my mouth holding back the scream from escaping by chance. So I was right all this time. My own husband would go such lengths to humiliate his contract wife. Loosing the zeal to wash up as I couldn't risk being found out, I redirected my steps towards Mr. Hawthorne's study room with a plan to hide in there until he returned. My hands casually stroked the thousands of books on his shelf I'd always admired as I was also a lover of books. I reached to pull out another book from the shelf which turned out to be a frame instead.

"You are taking so much time, where is my wife!' My husband hurled. I was hiding under a table naked! "Where is my wife, woman!" He roared. "She was here, right here.. sir." She stuttered. "What do you mean by she was right here, where is she now!" The lady began to walk about the whole place searching. I gently crept up to a wardrobe and entered right inside to hide. If only I had my clothes with me, how would I let him see my nakedness so soon when I haven't seen his yet?

"You're busy. So I thought about going out for a walk or perhaps a drive with Tom. I shouldn't do that to him. But I was so furious at him. We're family and he should tell me. I mean, you're my husband. I should know everything about you." "Not everything," He traced his thumb on my jawline. I was aware of my heartbeat, and began to run, "Yeah, you always do this." I said. "Do what?" He smirked, resting his head back, looking at me from under his hooded eyes. "Hide things. Particularly, when you're on a secret mission. You just disappeared. No call, no message." "Do I?" He considered it for a second. He shook his head. He didn't remember anything.

Christopher's office lights are still on. I walk to the office door. The door is open, but the man inside is completely closed to work. Christopher is sitting in his armchair while typing on his laptop. He looks gorgeous dressed in his black suit pants and fine linen white shirt. I could spend hours watching him work. The sight of my husband like this, doing something trivial, is sexy. And even relaxed, he doesn't fail to exude control. God! I love this man. "Hi," I whisper. Christopher stops typing and gives me an expressionless look.