My Husband Hides His Beauty Novels & Stories

I’ve seen old photos of her in his desk drawer before, the ones I pretended not to notice the first time I cleaned his table. “Sam, can you please not post this picture on social media?” I reply, my words heavy with sadness. “Why?” “Because that man in the picture is my husband.” “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I stare at the screen, feeling as though cold water has been poured over me. I sighed heavily, set my phone down, and rest my hand on my stomach. The baby is too small to feel, but I swear I notice a tiny flutter. I tell myself I won’t let this ruin our special night.

" I commanded him. He was about to do it but stopped himself before his palm touched my sweating skin. "No, aside from the fact that I don't want to get on your husband's bad side. That little face of yours cost millions of dollars." From my face, his eyes landed on my neck. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was suddenly frustrated by what he saw. I wondered what he saw until I realized something. "Oh shit---" I covered my neck. "I'll send you a bunch of concealer from all the different brands if you can't find time to buy one for yourself, but please find yourself some time to put them on and hide it," he whispered, referring to the hickeys that my sweet husband left from last night.

she shrugged. " By the way what's with you and your husband? What's new?" Sage asked excited to hear what she had to say. Makena's marriage was blissful and beautiful that Sage wanted the exact thing for herself or even better. What she didn't know was that her friend only told her about the goodies and not the hell she was going through at the hands of her husband. He was a well-known public figure and a secret abuser. A woman beater. How she manages to hide her scars from the public and her friends is amazing.

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."

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll stand up if we do it.” He negotiated. I shook my head. “Not today.” He frowned. “Why?” I crossed my arms and had a menacing smile on my face. “That’s because I’m on my period.” He groaned making me laugh. He pulled my arm and I sat on the edge of the bed. I cupped his face. “Why is my husband so handsome?” He chuckled. “That’s because his wife is very beautiful.” I giggled. He cupped my face and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “I’ll go take a shower first and afterwards, I want us to decorate the house.” He nodded and I went on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and after I stepped out, Primo went inside the bathroom. I changed in

The gentle caress of his breath sends shivers down my spine, its masculine scent mingling with the sweetest hint of mint. If he doesn’t let go of me at this instant, we’re both going to regret what I do next. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think he’s going to leave me, so I might as well tell him what he wants to know so we can both be on our way. “Well, the topic of who my husband is didn’t exactly come up. I didn’t see a reason to bring it up.” “No, but you’re hiding it. Why?” He’s too smart for my liking. That’s too sexy.

I smiled and shamelessly said, "You’re absolutely right. My husband is the most handsome man of all." When he heard me say that, he kissed me suddenly, startling me. I quickly looked around, sure that people had seen us. But he didn't care at all and asked me, "Is this too much? Don't affectionate couples show their love like this?" I pinched him and softly warned, "You need to watch your image. There’s a lot of people around here. You can't just act recklessly." Ava covered her mouth and giggled. I immediately turned red.

"Oh, I can't explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?" "Not at all," answered Lord Henry, "not at all, my dear Basil. You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it

For a long moment, he said nothing, and that made my heart beat intensify, but I remained calm, hoping he wouldn't see the nervousness within me. "Can we have this conversation now?" I demanded, voice breaking. "You ever wonder about the things people hide?" he started, his voice signalling at hurt. An unhealed wound. My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" He exhaled, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "I mean people do a good job at pretending. Although some are better than others. He paused to meet my gaze. "Your husband, for example." My stomach churned at the mention of my husband. Was Nelson hiding anything?