Hiding From My Husband Novels & Stories

And it hurts so much to know she's starting to become secretive and hiding things from me. "I don't want to think you're lying to me, Kristen. You're my wife and I, your husband. And I haven't wronged you before," my body closes the distance between us. The need to plead and ask her to empty it all is threatening to take over, but I need to be a man right now. And it would be pointless to be sentimental. I notice how Kristen takes an uncomfortable gulp as she holds my gaze, while fidgeting with her hands, showing she's truly hiding something from me.

"And what can I tell you, just don't put up with the fact that you're my wife on paper, that I am married to you. And that we have to hide from everyone, especially from my brother and father. My brother must never, ever find out about this." I look at him questioningly because I miss the part of the explanation I always get. He pauses and won't continue. "No, don't look at me like that, I can't explain everything to you now! I'm crazy, he's calling me and angry at me, he wants us to be together all the time. Doubt me after so many years of relationship. " "Victor, understand, you're hiding your relationship." "You know what he wants?" Let's spend the whole weekend together. "

Those four years of marriage ended in divorce, but nothing I feel for him has died. At least, that’s what I thought. But I was only lying to myself. Every time I see him, something new sparks within me, and I can’t help it. I’ve just been hiding it from everyone because there’s no escape. I was glad when I arrived home, I didn’t find anyone. I don’t know how I would have made it upstairs without arousing suspicion. It wasn’t a bad idea to go out in that outfit—it led to me being laid on the desk and having a good time.

That Saturday, I found myself hiding in my parents’ bathroom during a family dinner. Why? Oh, I’d just told everyone I was married now and living with my husband. Surprise! At the moment, I was avoiding speaking to my husband. Because I knew that if I spoke to him, he’d try something. Like seduce me. So I kept our conversations as unsexy as possible if I needed to say anything at all. A guy can’t really work with questions like “Where’s the toilet paper?” and “When does your recycling go out?” Not even someone like Liam Gallagher, seduction expert.

“Sometimes, it’s not about what you deserve. It’s about what you need.” Her lips quirked up briefly before her gaze drifted. “I guess you deserve to know why I’m... like this,” she began hesitantly. “I’ve been running. My husband—he... hid something from me. A big secret about our marriage, about our life together. And when I found out, it hurt too much to stay.” Taylor furrowed his brows, feigning shock. “Your husband? So, when you said there were people chasing you, looking for you... it’s his men, isn’t it?”

His both hands held my wrists on either side as I contained my urge to push him back. Let it be tonight! What am I hiding from my own husband? He already thinks I'm tainted then what's there to prove? Nothing to lose, nothing to gain. I repeated the words in my head again and again, as he took the shirt off my shoulders and threw it on the floor, his head not once lifting up to meet my eyes. He was dipped in my skin as he placed open mouthed kisses in the crook of my neck, my shoulder and then moving down to my chest.

I whispered sadly, I didn't even try to hide my disappointment. The fact that my husband said those things about me, made me so sad. I turned around and pushed him away. "Don't come near me. You disgust me with the way you think. I hate you." I laid down on the bed and covered my head with the comforter. I just wanted to hide and cry. The night of my wedding, I cried myself to sleep.

’ My mind screamed to tell him. Yeah, one of the details I’ve hidden away from my life to avoid my husband from finding out was also the frat house and a lot of lies and secrets I have refused to share or tell anybody. However, right at the moment of pleasure, I couldn’t help myself but tell a little bit of truth, even though I tried to stop myself from spilling it.

Maybe I was just reading too much into this. But as I looked around the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The air was thick with secrets, and I was determined to uncover them. I looked at my husband who had tried to hide his face from the drama. "Can you explain what just happened right now?" I began. He looked at another direction, trying to avoid me. "I wasn't expecting her, I swear." He begged. "Oh really? Well it seemed like she was getting comfortable in the house. " I shot back.

I felt a bit relieved, but I still stood in the doorway and blocked him from coming in. “Come on, don’t be mad anymore. Let me in.” He tried to enter with his suitcase, and I blocked off the door even more. “No. “I already told you at the wedding. I don’t want to marry you. “Now, I’ll add one more thing. I don’t even want to see you, so leave. Go away.” However, Orion did not believe me. “You’re just jealous because I was with Sofia. It’s all a big misunderstanding. Can’t you at least let me explain?”