My Husband's Secret Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

My dear wife made a deal with Mike and Sylvia… I put my son inheritance on the line and made him marry by the age of 30 years old… The time was slowly approaching and my wife and Sylvia were friends… They created an alliance without either of our knowledge… My son meet your daughter by coincidence and he decided to marry Asia… After the marriage announcement your sister became outraged… She had already threatened three board members Abby’s now my secretary has gone missing.. My secretary held a lot of personal information… We are assuming she may be dead.. Asia was shocked to hear this information was her husband keeping secrets… So you come here to ask for help against my sister.. On a norm

For seven hundred and thirty days, Rivera Royce lived in a sun-drenched villa in Tuscany with a man she believed was her husband. She knew his coffee order, black, two sugars. She knew the rhythm of his footsteps in the hallway. She knew the scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and sea salt that clung to the sheets. But she didn't know his name. Her real husband, the real Reagan Royce was in prison. The handsome man she shared a home with was none other than Reagan’s best friend, Luke Ivan.

He apologized sincerely. Bryant sat purposely. He sighed softly before he began. “ There's something you should know son, your parents aren't going to direct your life but give you the support you need. , And more also, if you truly love someone you should trust the person with your secrets. In marriage, there shouldn't be secrets. When another woman is involved in your marriage, you start doubting each other. I hope you cherish what you have now before you lose it. You're the one hurting her, Richard.” “It was all my oversight, I failed to see it that way.”

filled my screen one after another. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was Xander's wife, and we were lawfully wedded. Why should I tolerate such derogatory insults? Enduring the pain, I posted my marriage certificate online and laid out the timeline of my relationship with Xander. What I never expected was that someone online would point out that the official seal on my marriage certificate was fake. "That's obviously fake. This mistress sure is crafty!" I was so shocked that my mouth fell open as I repeatedly zoomed in to confirm it.

I knew she was either fucking or asleep, but my mind already had an answer of its own. Out of habit, I immediately dialed my husband's number next. It rang.. and rang.. until the call was cut off. My mind was already playing a fast one in me– Was Vivian really having an affair with my husband? My chest tightened as the silence pressed against me like a weight. I knew I couldn’t get mad, I wasn't a saint– my secrets were still welled up in Athens and the best way to free my mind was to either try sleeping or rather distract myself.

“He usually won't need to ask me where his wife is on his own set.” The word 'wife' landed between them like a slash of a knife—sharp, deliberate, and heavy with the knowledge of the secret that must never be discussed in public. Contract marriage. Mutual protection. Mutual performance. And lately, mutual strain that had begun showing in the small things: Lucian arriving unannounced, Serena avoiding eye contact during producer walk-throughs, and in his own admittance, the way Lucian now routed questions about her by himself instead of his own assistant.

Everyone's mouths dropped open, eyes wide in shock. Some of the smart KOLs quickly zoomed in on the marriage certificate on the ground. "Hey, guys, here's the plot twist!" "Take a look, this is the real mistress!" As soon as she said that, she aimed the camera directly at Shannon's face. Shannon, still in shock, hadn't recovered yet and quickly raised her hands to block her face. "Stop filming me!" Other parents in the crowd started murmuring, "So we misunderstood?" "Who wouldn't? It's too outrageous! Who would abandon their wife and daughter in public, just to cozy up to the mistress and her son?"

“No, “ I shake my head. “Your message sounded urgent, Is everything all right?” I take a deep breath and my eyes search the place. His apartment is great, Stylish with nothing too much or extra. “Violet?” He asks and I turn to face him. “Conor has a mistress. “ I say, “It’s his secretary. “ Dominic’s jaw tightens visibly. He looks like he is ready to rip my husband to pieces. His brother. “How…” he begins but gives up, “No, never mind. It doesn’t matter how you found out. I…“

He asked. "I've been good, and you?" I asked as we slowly pull away from each other. "Great, now, what's the big secret you've been wanting to tell me?" He sat down and so did I. "My husband is in a coma" I tell him sadly. He frowned, it's like he already knows what I was about to say. "He had an accident but.... someone set a trap for him. I have proof and I'm not sure the police will take it seriously, even with the fact that he's a drug dealer and human trafficker" I told him.