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It's easy to forget Atom. "How are you and Spencer?" I frowned at the question. She was even worried about my husband and me. “She will never know. Besides, he doesn't know Atom.” “The strength of you two and your husband. Until now, is there still nothing?” it’s curiosity that I resented. "I think he's gay." “Geez! Maybe he wants you to make the first move?” Her conclusion blew away from me. “Yuck! I?" at the same time I taught myself to be disgusted.

I closed my eyes, desperately hoping to wake up from this surreal reality. When I opened my eyes, the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. Bewilderment engulfed me, freezing me in place. The ground beneath me shifted, and I stood on the precipice of a truth I never imagined. My husband, married for five years, was gay. In that agonizing moment, my world shattered. Tears flowed down my cheeks uncontrollably. Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

I snapped. "You know what's funny?" I continued, my voice shaking. "I actually thought you could love me at some point. I know that sounds stupid now, but I did. I stood at the altar thinking maybe, just maybe, you could learn to see me the way a husband is supposed to see his wife." Marcus's jaw tightened. That hit a nerve. "But then I found out the truth," I continued, my voice getting thicker. "I found out you're gay. That you like men and do you know what hurts the most? Not the fact that you're gay but the fact that you didn't tell me before we got married."

“I shave every week. I just like the feeling that comes with being hairless.” Turning to his wife, he whispered something into her ear and they chuckled amongst themselves. I didn’t find it offensive though because I know I looked good both hairless and naked. Whatever they talked about that made them chuckle probably wasn’t about me. At least, that’s what I chose to believe. Soon after, the husband went for a walk. The wife came over to where I stayed and we chatted some more. “Are you gay or bi?” She asked while we were at it.

Found that out on our wedding day when I caught him getting his back blown out by his executive assistant in the bathroom. The boy was destroying my husband like a bull. Yeah. That happened. My perfect traditional husband who wanted the white picket fence and the two kids and the suburban life? He's gay. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference for men. We never talked about it. He pretended it didn't happen. I pretended I didn't see it. We went through with the wedding because what else was I going to do? Everyone was there. The deposits were paid. My family would have been humiliated.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary. And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man. Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay. But you know what? Fuck that bastard. I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

I know he said a lot of words, but what my memory clings to is that of him calling me beautiful and I wish I can shake the words and its effects away but there's nothing to do about it anymore. "Is being a home breaker something you're proud of?" It's not judgement, I am no better but I don't take pride in it. It needs to be done, but I don't gloat about it. "Is that what you think that I ruined a perfect marriage made in heaven?" He asks in a small and mocking tone of voice. "Yes!" Now even I sound stupid with that reply, "He's her husband she shouldn't have done that to him." His brow raises, "Did he tell you he was also gay? And not just gay but has a much younger lover?" I open my mouth