My Husband's Secret Life Novels & Stories

I retorted in a tone so firm that he looked up at me with furrowed brows, “No?” “You don’t get to talk about him like that.” Cassian chuckled softly. “And yet your husband is a killer.” I shook my head, “Killer or not. He is my husband,” I answered, “And he does not keep secrets from me.” His lips curved faintly. “Sure,” he answered, “You can believe that if you want to. But that is never going to change the fact of what your husband is.” My jaw tightened, and I hissed at him, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Not yet.” I stepped back into the shadows, retreating before they could notice me. My mind was spinning. Who was Adam? Why was his name a weapon? And why was my husband keeping him in the dark? I realized then that the contract was the least of my problems. I was living in a house built on a secret, and Adam was the key to the man I had married. I was not just his wife anymore. I was a woman who was going to tear this house apart until I found the truth.

I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too. I was lost in my thoughts, my mind raced through everything I had just uncovered. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through article after article, each one darker and more troubling than the last. Harry’s past was a maze, a tangled web of secrets and lies that I wasn’t sure I was ready to untangle. But something inside me couldn’t stop. I had to know who this man really was—who my husband really was. Then, a soft knock at the door snapped me out of my trance.

I nodded and he further continued. “No one will know you are my wife. The fact that I got married will be released in public but who is my wife will remain a secret. You will be gone after a year. There is no need to come in public eyes.” He spoke with disdain in his voice making me frown at his dry tone. Is being my husband that shameful for him? Not wanting to give him any satisfaction I nodded speaking, “yeah, I also don’t want to tell anyone about me being married apart from people who know already.”

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

And then, in a whisper so small I wasn’t sure it came from me, I revealed one more secret to my close friend. “My husband is cheating on me.”

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”