My Husband's Secret Life Novels & Stories

The reporters were clearly eager to pressure us and force us to reveal secrets ourselves. But just as I was about to get into the car, I heard someone’s voice that made me freeze. “Are you actually husband and wife?” Suddenly, everything around me turned into a dull buzzing. I couldn’t hear anything else except that question repeating over and over. Being husband and wife was a secret that didn’t need to be known by others. Even our marriage itself had been kept hidden. In the past, news about Sebastian having been married had once spread, but in the end it completely disappeared.

I cracked them up. They returned to their seats and gave us their attention. “My wife and I had promised to share our love story once again,” I began. Irene chuckled and took it up from there. “ My husband and I have a secret that might shock my dad too. It is very big news that will cause an uproar, “ she added.

Why would he hide such a big secret from me? For five years, I'd accepted being second to Harrison Group. I'd made peace with the idea that my husband was too consumed by business to notice me, to choose me, to love me the way I loved him. I'd never been Adrian Harrison's first choice. And I never would be. But curiosity didn't let me. I picked up the phone and checked the message. Adrian: "Running late. Don't wait up."

"Who are you?" I could still hear Shofia's voice questioning Damon. "I'm her husband." I lifted my head at Damon's audacity to tell the people here that he was my husband. He shouldn't have done that, considering our marriage was a secret. From where I was sitting, I could see Shofia visibly shaking. Her eyes were fixed on Damon with a fierce look. I guessed that Shofia would be surprised to know who my husband was that I had kept a secret. Shofia seemed to grin as if she was teasing Damon. "Oh, so you're the husband? That damn man...!"

" He said calling her that felt like seeing a piece of my own childhood, like he was part of a past he never shared—a secret thread connecting our lives. "I used to think it was silly, but he was a hopeless romantic. He said every couple should have little secrets that belong only to them. "You may have learned to imitate his mannerisms, his style, even his face. You might look just like him. But there are secrets—the ones that live only between a husband and wife—that you could never know!"

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Gaining more confidence, she spoke. ‘thank you all for honoring our invitation. As much as I am happy to be introduced to the world, I am also very disappointed that the media has used the liberty that my husband is a public figure to bring him down by spreading fake rumors about him. It is true what he had earlier said. My husband and I have been married for a few months now after dating for a few months. A secret marriage to be exact. I told him that’s what I wanted and fortunately, that’s what he also wanted. We have been living peacefully until it started to hurt a fellow. Well as you can all see, my husband and I are still standing strong and will continue to stand stronger no matter th

"The way he looked at you tonight—it confirmed everything. He’s the husband you couldn’t tell me about, isn’t he?" I felt like I was caught in a chokehold. My mouth moved but no words came out, then a defeated sigh escaped. "Yes, you’re right. He is my husband. Our situation is… complicated. I can’t divulge the details, but one day, I promise, I’ll tell you the truth. Just keep this a secret between us, okay?" Something flickered in Owen’s magnetic eyes, but before I could decipher it, he nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Of course. I won’t tell anyone. But Aurora…" His unfinished words left my heart hanging. "Are you happy? In this secret marriage with Leon?"

Michael blurts out. I shrug my shoulders, opening them all together to stare at him. "Where are we?" I ask, my voice shaking as everywhere around us is dark. A few streetlights were here and there, otherwise, the place didn't prove to have life. "This is your husband's secret, London. And it is one of many. Follow me, I will show you," he tells me. I get out of the car, yawning so broadly. When I hold my breath, frantically, waiting to know what my husband's secret is.

The hall was large and spacious enough to accommodate over fifty people and still had enough space to move around. Everyone was in a jolly mood that particular evening, dancing, drinking and chatting sophisticatedly. Naomi Mitchell was at wit's end watching the man she called her husband flirting shamelessly and touching openly, another woman he had chosen not to forget in his life. Grace. Grace was his first love and after her relationship failed, she returned to steal Naomi's husband, Justin Miller, who seemed to be effortlessly working.