Hiding From My Husband Novels & Stories

The realization made me feel sick. “Who’s that?” I asked quietly. Damian immediately silenced the phone. “No one important.” I stared at him. Then at the phone. Then back at him. The lie was obvious. Painfully obvious. And for the first time in our marriage, I realized something horrifying. My husband was hiding something from me. Something big. Something dangerous. The rest of the night passed in uneasy silence. Eventually, Noah fell asleep between us while we watched cartoons in bed. His small hand wrapped around Damian’s finger.

Her voice turned weaker. Laughing dryly at her, I snatched the phone from the floor and closed the irritating music off. "You know what? When we'll be married, hide that too." Shaking my head at her, I pushed my phone to my pants. "Hide everything. Just keep on hiding. It's your specialty. I forgot. You love hiding stuff. First your assault, then Rishi, then Siddarth and what not. How I trust you when you can't even accept us in front of your parents?!"

I am aware that I was only trying to take care of this child that was growing inside of me, but the longer this process continued, the more difficult it became for me to conceal it from my husband. I had no choice but to hold out hope that he would not become aware of it before the two of us finalize our divorce. I had every intention of keeping my secret hidden from my husband, my plan carefully laid out on the table. And it appeared that my plan was proceeding as planned, although there were moments when I could not help but feel a bit apprehensive that Justin had started to suspect something due to my altered behavior. That sense of dread resurfaced out of nowhere, haunting me, especially

I dove under the covers and pulled the blanket over my head, hiding from his intense gaze. "I can show you my abs again if you've forgotten what they feel like," his voice teased from the other side of the room. "I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to touch them. I won't stop you." "Argh! Shut up, Silas!" I muffled through the blanket. I stayed under the covers, my heart thumping loudly in the silence. I could hear him moving around the room, probably getting dressed or getting into bed. I tried to focus on my breathing, on anything other than the man who was now my "husband" for the next three months.

"I... feel the same way. I was actually really angry when you chose to be alone with Isabella during the holidays, even though we hadn't met in person. Then, today was supposed to be our honeymoon date, but instead you chose to contact her and deliberately hid in your room. At first, I thought you were really cheating on me." Brandon shook his head slowly, touching his wife's arm with both hands. "If I really had planned to cheat on you, why did I immediately calm you down when you were afraid of lightning? Then why did I teach you to swim so patiently until you felt comfortable learning with me?" He took a moment to let out a weak breath. "I was actually hiding earlier so you wouldn't get j

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

It was different And I wanted to know if I was right. My husband was drunk and busy being congratulated by everyone but me. He hadn’t even noticed I’d disappeared. The white tablecloths touched the floor, the long banquet table stretched across the room, and nobody could see me crawl beneath it. Nobody knew I was hiding like a pathetic little slut in a lace wedding dress, breathing hard, heart pounding, palms sweating. My heels slipped off. My veil had already been tugged to the side. My dress was too tight and I couldn’t breathe but none of that mattered when I looked up and saw his legs. Black pants. Polished shoes. Legs spread.

With Mom however, her presence felt like home. It saddens me that after the passing of my dad, things have somewhat changed between us. An invincible fence exists between us, that doesn't allow for us to fall back into that flow, where we didn't need to hide as much as we are from each other. I have been hiding things from Her, namely, my secret marriage and everything surrounding it. It's been months with this hidden. I don't like to compare much, but her secret has lasted longer, basically my whole life and I'm torn on how to truly feel about this.

“I hope you will be honest with me. Your case file has been bugging me for some years now. Each time I tried to do research everything was just closed. I came to the conclusion just to simply ask you.” “Really…but doctor knows patients are notorious for answering in a manner that would please you.” “I hope you will be honest Gia.” “What do you want to know doctor John Stone?” “Are you hiding from someone?” Gia slowly smiled with sudden twinkling eyes. She stood and start moving around in the office. Finally, she went and sit down again. “I am hiding doc.” “From whom?” John asked quickly suddenly curious. “My lunatic husband.” She said forthright. “Why? What did he do?”

My heartbeat quickened when I heard loud heavy footsteps coming towards the room. Grand Mommy told me that the man was rarely home. I went to my mattress if just in case... I was not supposed to show him my face. Oh. It was him. My husband! I know, I was NOT allowed to call him that. But it was ok to call him this in my heart. The doorknob turned and the moment it flung open, I ducked down on the mattress and hid my face. Turning my head, a little, I saw the man standing across the bed.