Novel & Cerita My Husband's Secret Life

Not my Alex, please. "Alex doesn't have a brain tumor, doc. That must be a review of someone else's health, not my husband," How I am so sure of my reply to him is crazy, but there's no way I'm going to believe him, right? I and Alex have been together for over a year before we got married weeks ago. There's no way he would've hidden it from me if he really has a brain tumor, right? "How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..."

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

It’s because of car accident. My knees weakened so I sat down on a nearby couch. "I-I don't have a family anymore." The man did not speak. After I had processed in my brain the shocking things stated in the documents, I had another question I wanted to know. “How about my personal life? Do I have a husband?” He was silent for a long time and even swallowed it before answering. He couldn't even look at me. “No. You haven’t yet.”

he started. He clasped his hands together before looking intently on the screen like he's really talking to someone. "For the past three years, I have been..... Secretly Married," "Holy shit." Tokyo cursed and my hand landed on my mouth. I checked the comments and realized that his fans are going wild, asking who his wife is. Some were confused and asking if he was joking or not while the others sounded devastated. "Oh, God. He must be struggling right now." my eyes moist along the process.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

" I know this might come as a shock to you but I have to tell you since it's gotten to this. I swear i was going to tell you earlier but it always skipped my mind," She gave me a questioning look. "Eric is my husband." I took in a deep breath, i told her the truth. She gave me a 'are you crazy' look. " Stop being delusional Abbi. He is married and I'm sure he doesn't plan on taking a second wife. Moreover, I'm sure if his wife comes to know about whatever it is going on between you and her husband, hell will break loose." She said not even considering that what I said was true.

He directed his fork to the kitchen. "You're his father. " "Screwing hell I'm his goddamn father! "Bruce whispered."well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose."

"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

The fallout between George and me had already stirred buzz, so the follow-up drew eager eyes. The netizens were stunned by the revelations. [Classic freeloader! His wife wanted nothing material, yet he hid his income to fund his brother endlessly. What more is there to say?] [The wife had saintly patience. I'd have turned against him ages ago. If this guy loves his brother that much, why not just marry him?] [Am I alone in seeing beyond family disparities? That aside, this guy publicly smears his wife while profiting off her pain. That's vile enough.]

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”