My Mysterious Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

It almost felt patronizing. “I’ll call you,” he said, pulling back. He opened the door again, like he did before. After scoping out the hallway, he disappeared through the door, leaving me alone in my apartment. My emotions swirled within me, fighting. I didn’t know how to feel. Such a beautiful morning… I didn’t want to tarnish the memory of it with these feelings of annoyance and mild betrayal. But I just couldn’t help it. A husband and wife weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. If Logan was keeping secret that Cameron had tried blackmailing him, who knew what else he could be hiding?

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.

But the third remained a mystery, whoever has all the evidence concerning that child hidden has done a very good and clean job. “No… you’re lying,” she whispered, shaking her head in denial. “I’m not,” I replied, turning away to take a seat. From the chair, I studied her pitiful state. “And you’re probably wondering how I know.” “Recently, I noticed funds being transferred without my approval,” I continued. “We traced them.” I cleared my throat. “Your husband had set up monthly fixed payments—for his children.” I dropped the files onto the table. “You never truly knew the man you married,” I said coldly. “He died exactly as he lived—on top of another woman.”

My head was spinning, and I grabbed my purse tighter, hoping that would help me somehow. The chair turned around, and I saw my husband's face. The same face that was haunting my dreams. The same face I saw smiling at the other woman just a few days ago. But that was not my husband. The man in the chair wore a costly suit and a watch worth at least a couple thousand dollars. I felt like a waste out of the air, I could not catch my breath. My Alex. Alex Foster. The Alexander Foster. " That is my biggest secret, Millie. The one I was keeping away from you. I am sorry." I heard Alex's voice, but my brain was right now, too foggy to react.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead.

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.

The voice that once ruled everything. I remembered it so clearly. Back then I used to listen to his songs secretly at night, replaying them over and over like they held pieces of something I couldn't name. He wasn't just famous, he was everything. And then he disappeared. Rumors spread everywhere: he'd left the country, he'd been forced out, he was dead. No one ever knew the truth. And now.. my husband. My crazy, arrogant, impossible husband — was him? "That explains why he's so fucking rich," I muttered, still staring at the screen like it might change.

Street scenes from the city. I couldn't take it with me. Someone would find it. Someone would know. But I couldn't burn it either. I opened my suitcase. The one packed for the honeymoon I didn't want. Found the inside lining. There was a pocket. Small. Hidden. I slid the sketchbook inside. Zipped it closed. One piece of Felix Laurent, hidden where Marcus would never look. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number. I picked it up. Read the message.

“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!

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"