My Unknown Husband Novels & Stories

Wiping the sweat away he asked her, “So this husband of yours, what does he do for a living?” You’re back! She held a dress to her front and looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, I never asked him nor do I care since he doesn’t want to tell me. I actually think that he likes the idea that I don’t know what he does for a living.” Mr Zhao found this hard to believe. How could she not care about this? Was she lying and knew but didn’t want to tell him? “But you must be curious no? Aren’t you afraid that he might be dealing in the underworld?”

“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!

think Nicolas would tell you if he had brothers, don't you?" Against my will, my spine straightens instantly. His tone is critical. But of course Nicolas would tell me if he had brothers. I've known him for a long time. “Yes,” I reply quickly, shaking my head like I'm in a fog and that's why I asked such a stupid question. “Besides, I've never been married,” he adds, and his Adam's apple bobs up and down. “Having multiple children with multiple women wasn't a mistake I wanted to keep making. I stand still, watching him and feeling sick. Nicolas was a completely unplanned and, to some extent, unwanted child by his teenage parents. Some of the mystery of their unhappy relationship begins to b

Something I couldn’t switch off just because he had decided to shut me out. “Stupid,” I whispered to myself. “So stupid.” I rolled over, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Maybe distraction would help. Maybe Susan had texted me again. But when the screen lit up, it wasn’t Susan’s name I saw. It wasn’t anyone I recognized. Unknown Number. The message was short. Only one line. “You don’t really know the man you’re married to.” My stomach dropped. Before I could process it, another notification buzzed through. An image. I tapped it with trembling fingers.

I sat back on my bed, laying my back quietly. The next morning, I messaged Rosie, My best friend since high school. My partner in crime through college, if anyone could help me make sense of this, it was her. She arrived later that evening, dropping her jacket and sinking into the couch, she eyed me with concern. “You okay, girl?” I sighed. “No, Rosie, everything is a mess, after the email I got earlier this morning from the company in New York, I got a mail from my unknown husband earlier saying he’s sending documents about our marriage plans.”

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

Two big halls, a mini temple which I made and sorry to myself, I never saw anything because generally either I was crying or sleeping in the house. True words, I'm stupid. I spent almost one and half years with my husband, but I didn't get to know him. He knows everything about me. My past, friends, family. Oh my God !! Really, what kind of woman I am?? He married me forcely and without even knowing anything about him, I fell in love with him and gave myself to him. And what? He killed my baby. I tried to run away from him, but I got kidnapped by his father.

He pulled out his phone and looked into the phone screen only to find an unknown number flashing on it. He frowned but answered anyway. AADIL: “Hello?” UNKNOWN PERSON: “Are you Aadil?” a man asked from the other side. AADIL: “Yes. Who is this?” UNKNOWN PERSON: “That’s not important. What I’m about to tell you is.” AADIL: Aadil straightened. “What do you mean?” UNKNOWN PERSON: “Listen carefully. Your wife is Inayat, right?” AADIL: "Yes? How do you even know her? Will you tell me who the hell are you? Why are you beating around the bush?"

I said spelling out my words. "I just..." He started talking again and I increased the volume of the song in the car to the highest that I couldn't hear anything he was saying.I looked out the window and sighed. This was just my life. Barry is my husband and of course I'm his wife. Don't be too surprised, it was not my decision nor was his. It happened because it had to happen. Matchmaking by our parents. The most annoying thing is the age difference between Barry and I. He is a successful 27year old accountant and I'm a 17year old student at college

My husband will never agree with her especially when he does not even know I exist. ----