Secret Of The Late Husband Novels & Stories

Every late-night meeting, every business trip, every excuse—it had all been a cover for his affair with Becky. I swallowed the sob threatening to escape and forced myself to stay silent. Patrick Hilton, my husband, wasn’t just cheating on me. He had gotten her pregnant, too. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was lie there, my world crumbling around me as I listened to the man I loved play the role of doting father-to-be for another woman. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The pain was grounding, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

I smiled puting my fingers on his mouth. Oh my God its so embrassing he knows that l dreamt of having sex with him. Before we came an item. You are bad Hubby. I said pretending to be annoyed and slapping him gently. Its okay dear am the only who read it anyway. He replied. No diaries are peoples' secrets you cant just read it. You are bad. He run into the house and l chased after him. Brother in law save me from Ryn she is mad at me. He reported to Roger. She is always that kiddish chasing people. Roger choroused.

"You're so annoying, Harold. Remember to turn off the camera by the bed. I don't want to be filmed." "Okay. After all, I only installed it for your useless husband and Sarah." The man actually dug out a hidden camera from the cabinet across the bed. Then, he started to undress Winona. Soon, the room was filled with Winona's lustful moans and the man's dirty talk. With a loud clatter, I locked the tablet. At that moment, I felt like a real clown. I looked up, meeting Sarah's eyes. To my surprise, I did not see any sign of derision or pity in them.

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

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

He swiftly rolled over and she was suddenly down beneath him. “I will be telling you a secret after this wife,” he murmured and then crashed his lips into hers. “Because of that secret, you have been out of the room for around three days. Don’t ever hide secrets from me again husband,” she murmured back as her hand glided into his igniting manhood, almost fully grown ready to take her in a second. “It’s another secret wife,” he whispered again as he swiftly slithered down to her breast down to her core, tasting it like he never tasted it before.

’’ came the reply. ‘’Oh I would honey and another thing, I think you lovely young bride would not like to find out that her dear husband hasn't changed at all! that he has been keeping secrets from her, secrets as big as having a SON with another woman so be wise or else!’’ ‘’Do not threaten me, dearest, because I have evidence that shows the real you! so let's wait and see what your husband has to say when he sees that, shall we?’’ The mayor smirked on the other side after which he heard a click, letting him know that she cut the call. With a heavy sigh he put the cellphone away in his drawer and locked it with his key, just as Betty entered his office…..

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”