My Husband's Secret Life Novels & Stories

It almost felt patronizing. “I’ll call you,” he said, pulling back. He opened the door again, like he did before. After scoping out the hallway, he disappeared through the door, leaving me alone in my apartment. My emotions swirled within me, fighting. I didn’t know how to feel. Such a beautiful morning… I didn’t want to tarnish the memory of it with these feelings of annoyance and mild betrayal. But I just couldn’t help it. A husband and wife weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. If Logan was keeping secret that Cameron had tried blackmailing him, who knew what else he could be hiding?

“I don’t have a mission.” “Do I know you?” he asked the question I dreaded the most. How was I going to explain to him that he was my husband? How was I going to make him understand that we were still married and we have a child? I didn’t know what to do because he was never going to believe whatever I said so I gave him the reply he never expected. “Some secrets are left as secret.” “So you know me right?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t know what you and my family are hiding but once I found out and you are a part of their tricks, I’ll make sure you regret not telling me now.” he threatened.

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.

"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.

Pictures of top models hung on the walls. "You are not in any relationship are you? It's important I know that incase of any scandal regarding a man in future" Axella directed the question at Natalie, snapping her from her thoughts. Jean and Natalie both stare at each other. Nat let out a soft smile "actually I'm married" Jean wasn't as surprised as Natalie thought she would, Miss Axella on the other hand was shocked. "I hope he doesn't interfere in your career and he isn't a liability,who is he by the way?"

He was the one who was trying to cry foul by slandering Lacey first, yet he didn't have the guts to admit that! She'd just barely managed to stop herself from throwing the photos at him. Falling back onto her chair, she continued to stew in anger. To think that bastard was cheating on her with another woman! Who did he take her for? Did he forget that she was his wife? Christine's expression stiffened the moment that thought popped up in her mind, alarming her. Their marriage was only for show, so they weren't truly husband and wife. It was all a lie! When did she start taking it seriously?

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

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.”

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"