Novel & Cerita My Boss My Secret Husband

“Funny though, you’ve been spending a lot of time with my wife. Surprisingly I don't see her here tonight” “You know she's only your wife in paper, and that's about to end too” his face changed. I felt the satisfaction of hitting a nerve. “And by the way, she's my secretary, so yeah we work together”. “Be careful Redmond, you don't know the kind of man you're dealing with” he leaned in. I met his gaze without flinching “I'm not dealing with anything. In fact, you don't know the woman you're dealing with”

"W-What do you mean?" I stood up, looking down at her from above. "It means, did you really think you were the only one who knew this secret? While you were on your hunger strike demanding to see me, your dear father already handed over this 'secret' and all the evidence to Prince Khalid to save his own skin." I pulled out my phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her. In the video was Bobby. He was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. He looked even more pathetic than Brandon as he spilled every sordid detail from back then. To prove his sincerity, he even voluntarily handed over the forged evidence from years ago, along with a complete audio recording.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

The fallout between George and me had already stirred buzz, so the follow-up drew eager eyes. The netizens were stunned by the revelations. [Classic freeloader! His wife wanted nothing material, yet he hid his income to fund his brother endlessly. What more is there to say?] [The wife had saintly patience. I'd have turned against him ages ago. If this guy loves his brother that much, why not just marry him?] [Am I alone in seeing beyond family disparities? That aside, this guy publicly smears his wife while profiting off her pain. That's vile enough.]

Has he lost his mind? My silence must confuse him because he speaks up again, "I know this must seem untrue, but I assure you it's not. You already know everything about me, my family, and now my marriage that's a secret to the world. I just need you to give me a chance to prove that I can be a man worthy of you. I know I've been a shitty boss and person-

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

I was supposed to be enjoying this beautiful moment with my husband, and I had ruined everything. God, I hated myself. What if Richard ever found out that Ted—the man I’d been having an affair with—was my boss? What would I do then?