Novel & Cerita Secret Of The Late Husband

So that girl had been taking a picture, after all! The headline of the article stood out in big bold letters. Hatfield Heir Secretly Married To His Secretary!

He walk away from me like I wasn't his wife. However, he is right. We might be married but he would never love me. For him, what we did was just a ordinary s*x and not making love at all. For him, I wasn't special at all. But for him, I am willing to risk it all. Matthew won't never love me. He can't show me to the world and proudly says that I'm his wife. Cause I am Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the billionaire's secret wife.

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

Any guesses? Did he kill someone and keep them underground? Or Did he keep a mistress down there? lol Gosh, overthinking is not good. Why did he leave the key hanging on the wall anyway? But as a good wife, I must tell my husband. Me: Sir, you left your secret room key. I send him a message. Dom: I forgot. Be a good girl, sweetheart. Bring the key when you go to pick up Ethan and drop it into my office. Don't open the game room. 😘

Leo,her ex wasn't going to find it funny when he later gets him. Before they both realized,they were at her front door. "Thanks for keeping me company tonight Rick,you can go home now." Natalie said and turned to leave. But something or someone held her back. Hearing how his name rolled out of her mouth got him highly turned on,he couldn't let her leave like that. He badly wants to have her on all fours right here and now. Staring at her and seeing tiredness written all over made him to abolish the thought. The next word Ricardo said shocking Natalie to the bone "Marry me..."

from America, the jewelry, and the secret housing. “Hmm,” Sebastian hummed when I finished. “So he hired her, housed her, and gave her a 'thank you' gift. Do you actually think your husband is cheating on you?” The question didn't surprise me, but it lanced through a boil of doubt I’d been trying to ignore. Was he? If he was, would I actually leave him? I touched my stomach instinctively. I was carrying his second child, Finn had been the secret baby that brought us back together, but this pregnancy felt like it was happening in the middle of a war zone.

I was her real husband. And this British motherfucker had just stood at a podium in London and told the entire world she belonged to him. He was using my secret. He knew about the hidden marriage—his intelligence network was too good not to have flagged the blank space on her ledger—and he had taken the one space that belonged entirely to me and written his own name in it. It was a massive, high-stakes power move to claim her and to drag my territory right out from under my face.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

I stated, "You claim you took a shortcut because you wanted to give me a better life. Your shortcut was taking our joint savings to fund a wedding with another man, get pregnant with his child, and use his family to climb the social ladder. "What about after you made it? What were you going to do with me? Do you intend to give me a payout to get rid of me or keep stringing me along as your dirty little secret of an ex-husband? "You ought to stop making yourself sound so full of deep affection and stop treating me like a fool, Queenie. Your version of love is entirely worthless and completely filthy."

I said. "What house?" "The one in Vermont. The foundation. The chimney. The place where Robert Harper died." "Why?" "Because my mother left something there. Something she did not put in the safety deposit box. Something she wanted me to find." "How do you know?" "I do not. Not for sure. But in one of her letters, she wrote about a second hiding place. Somewhere no one would think to look. Somewhere only she and Robert knew." Liam was quiet for a long moment. Then he took the next exit and turned north.