Novel & Cerita My Husband's Secret Life

“Relax. He’s Maya’s husband. His wife died in childbirth. He’s a cop too. Same story, he raised two kids alone until he met Maya. And calm down, Mr. Wolfe; he’s already married, so you can put away that jealous glare. Besides, even though Dante’s handsome, you’re hotter. By far.” Julian took another pull of his beer, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Second question,” he said, daring me to keep pushing. I locked my gaze on him. “What’s a secret no one else knows about you?” His eyes sliced back into mine. “Isla, you do know the meaning of the word ‘secret,’ don’t you?” I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “Exactly why I’m asking. So I’ll be the only person who knows.”

He's read the last thing that my husband asked of me as his wife. There's no getting away from that and if I'm being honest with myself I don't even know if I want to get away from it anymore. I've kept this secret with me for over a year now, it's been tucked away in my head and in my heart and the only other person in the world to know about it was Tom and he two has kept the secret.

"Look, I would like to keep who my husband is to a minimum. I don't need people passing judgement on me just yet." "My lips are sealed, so long as you introduce me to one of his brothers. Preferably, Asher. That man is fine as wine, and he looks like he could throw a girl around in bed and show her a good fucking time." "Are you always like this?" "Horny. Yes." "Well, you keep my secret and one day I will introduce you to him but after that it is all on you."

My left hand is tucked in my pocket and I gently break our gaze and let it dance across the room. She’s feeding me with stories about their father’s reckless lifestyle. That means, Mr. Oliver is not different from me. He lived a Casanova lifestyle but still managed to build a huge empire such as this. “My mother was shocked beyond words that her husband of forty years could hide such a secret.” I don’t voice anything, I just shake my head because what she’s saying is not in any way my concern. I throw my eyes around in search of Mr. Oliver and when I see him chatting with a few congressmen, I look to Claire and mutter.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

After all, Alicia had never mentioned this to me. Seeing my confusion, Brian smiled and explained, "After you got married, I was heartbroken, so I went abroad. I met a fellow student there, and we got married. However, we later found out we were incompatible and got a divorce. All these years, I had never met anyone else who made my heart race." I didn't know what to say, but Brian reassured me. "Don't feel pressured, and just be yourself. This is my decision." I nodded and said nothing more as I ate dinner.

I said softly, “the woman he loves just came back.” He blinked, confused. “Then… we should leave, right? So we don’t bother him?” My throat tightened. “Yeah, baby. We should.” That night, after Leo fell asleep in the guest room, I sat in the dark and stared at the glowing screen. Seven years—married in name, separate in practice; sharing a roof like strangers while silence and his family’s men kept watch. I’d married into a Mafia dynasty—not for power, not for protection, but for love.

It was really nice to see a stranger concerned about her. "What about your husband? What is his job?" Henry asked and decided in his heart that if the man was any less than his grandson Duke, he would force her so-called husband to divorce Lelia. Then convinces her to marry his grandson, Duke. Henry didn't want to lose such a good girl anyway. "My husband is 28 years old. And I don't know what type of job he has," Lelia said because she really didn't know what job Duke actually did.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

“You got the wrong person, buddy. I badly have enough knowledge on those people.” He stared at me for a few more seconds before saying, “You’re a Kingston, aren’t you?” “I am, but I was not born one, I married into the family. And my husband was never close to his family while I was in China with him, he barely talked to them, or about them,” I told him the truth. “So you’re honestly telling me that you have no idea about the secret medical program that your husband’s father is running? The one about prolonging the lives of humans?”