Hiding From My Husband Novels & Stories

I say, “But for the record, you didn’t need to do all of this! This is amazing, but unnecessary. All I need is you. Thank you for taking care of me. For being my love.” “I’m so glad you like it,” my husband says with enthusiasm that is utterly charming, “Full disclosure, although I won’t deny that I too enjoy the added luxuries, I chose this location for its utter impenetrability. No one, I repeat, no one can get in here without permission. And I swear to you, I will fix this. You will not be hunted for much longer. I’m sorry we need to hide like this.” “It is not your fault Levi,” I say, seriously, “None of it is. And I don’t think of it as hiding anymore. I think of it as an adventure!”

He kissed me before rolling to his side and sleeping off. How can I let my husband go on a meeting when he should be beside me every night? I don't want him to go. It might be a wrong move to keep It from him but he's just not going anywhere. I'm not gonna let him. I'll hide those papers where he'd never find them. • • • • • • TERESA • • • • • • • I paced around the room with my cellphone glued to my ear. My husband was not In the room so I had just the privacy I wanted.

“I was going to tell him. I just… haven’t had the chance. He’s been avoiding me lately.” Her expression hardened instantly. “Avoiding you?” she repeated. “And that’s your excuse for hiding something like this from your husband?” I lowered my gaze, unable to answer. Silence. “Why are you pretending like you don’t know why he’s avoiding you?” she pressed. “I don’t,” I said quietly. “I really don’t. I didn’t do anything wrong. Ever since I was hospitalized, he’s been distant.” She scoffed. “Of course he has,” she snapped. “Because you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut.”

I was only doing that to try to be confident and act like there were no other people on the table. “Y-Yeah. You changed your eating habit,” Marie uttered. She probably knew that I was doing that on purpose. I don't know how far I can hold myself back. Eating a meal with my husband having an affair in front of me breaks me a lot. I could feel a lot of daggers pierced on my chest and I had to conceal that in front of them. I did everything to refrain myself from crying. Just this time, I hope my tears do not betray me. I hope I can hide the weakness that was already invading me there.

Or rather sharpened his answer by deliberately giving an ambiguous sentence. Nick was silent, his eyes glazed over like he was about to cry. "Belle. Please, tell your husband abou this. How long do you want to hide it? No husband is not sad to hear that his wife is about to die." The next second was my turn to be silent. “You're wrong,” I retorted. I looked down at him, unable to meet his gaze as he stripped me of my household secrets. "I hid it not because I wanted to. But because I had to."

"Why are you silent?" Anita looked at Anwar with a probing gaze. She was still curious about her husband's hidden identity. Moreover, Morgan had said at the time that he was forced to hide his identity because many people were after him. At first, Anita thought it was because her husband was selling illegal goods, but it turned out not to be. He hid his identity because he didn't want to be intimidated. "I don't know why you think that, Anita. Has someone been talking to you strangely?"

He suddenly asked, and Fatima did, only for it to last less than five seconds as he pushed her away, landing her on her butt on the floor. *** •Author's Thoughts• I don't even fight this much with my husband. Xen is my toxic relationship 😂.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Habit masquerading as control. I’m halfway through reheating leftovers when the door opens. Nathan steps inside, rain-soaked and tense. “You didn’t answer my calls,” he says. “You didn’t ask me where you were going,” I replied. The words land harder than I expect. He sets his keys down slowly. “I’m trying to protect you.” “There it is,” I say, turning to face him. “That sentence you hide behind.” His jaw tightens. “You think this is easy for me?”

I had just found out that my husband was part of some dark secret society and that he wasn’t the man I thought he was. “Trust me,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly plea, lifting my face so I could face him. I scoffed, a bitter, breathless laugh escaping my throat, but his expression remained dead serious. How was I supposed to trust a man who was hiding so many massive things from me? What should I do? I stepped out of his touch, putting enough distance between us. “Give me a chance,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “My father. Let him go,” I demanded, looking into his eyes.