My Secret Husband Novels & Stories

“Besides, look at this poor, shabby woman. She’s not got a single designer piece on her. How could she possibly be Mr. Gates’s wife?” I finally managed to catch my breath but felt warmth between my legs. I had a bad feeling about this. “Blood! She’s bleeding!” One of the secretaries backed away in panic. My heartbeat quickened, and I became frantic. I weakly raised my hand, trying to grab something, but all I felt was more blood gushing out from beneath me. Lily glanced over and scolded the secretary, “What’s the fuss? It’s just a bit of blood. What’s there to be afraid of?

" 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.

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”

No matter how many times she turns over her husband's explanation about the proxy dog at their wedding, it just doesn’t sit right with her—she simply can’t bring herself to accept it. No one dares to treat her this way—no one. Every man before had shown her respect, handled her with care. But this? This was a slap in the face, and she burned with fury at the audacity. She’s married to a man she barely knew. A mysterious arrangement designed to protect her family’s fortune. An agreement born of pressure, pride, and secrecy. She hadn't even seen his full face—only a voice on the phone, a signature on a contract, and a promise wrapped in shadow.

Why would he hide such a big secret from me? For five years, I'd accepted being second to Harrison Group. I'd made peace with the idea that my husband was too consumed by business to notice me, to choose me, to love me the way I loved him. I'd never been Adrian Harrison's first choice. And I never would be. But curiosity didn't let me. I picked up the phone and checked the message. Adrian: "Running late. Don't wait up."

Bennett, still blissfully unaware of the news about Estelle, smiled warmly at me and said, "We'll meet later, Isabel. It's time for our honeymoon." I returned her smile, knowing that she was too caught up in her own happiness to worry about anything else. Unlike me, who had received the shocking news directly, Bennett was too busy basking in her joy to notice anything amiss. "Where will you be going for your honeymoon, darling?" I inquired. Bennett smiled, "Actually, I have no idea where we're going! My husband is keeping it a secret, but he promised it'll be a surprise. I'm thrilled to find out! I'll be sure to fill you in over the phone once we arrive there."

Like he did this every day. Because he probably did. The room emptied, executives slipping out one by one, until it was just Edward, Liam, and Marcus. Liam glanced up, noticing Edward still seated. His expression didn't change. "Mr. Foster. Was there something you needed?" Edward stood slowly, his chair scraping loudly against the polished floor. "You," he said, his voice shaking. "You're Sophia's husband." Liam's gaze sharpened slightly, but his tone remained even. "I am."

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.

“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?”

My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew. I was a Secret Wife.