Secret Of The Late Husband Novels & Stories

’’ 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.”

“Not yet.” I stepped back into the shadows, retreating before they could notice me. My mind was spinning. Who was Adam? Why was his name a weapon? And why was my husband keeping him in the dark? I realized then that the contract was the least of my problems. I was living in a house built on a secret, and Adam was the key to the man I had married. I was not just his wife anymore. I was a woman who was going to tear this house apart until I found the truth.

I needed to prove that she was safe in it. Just then, the sound of heels clicked against the marble floor. Mother entered, carrying shopping bags. She looked at us curiously. “What’s this? My husband and son are having a secret meeting without me?” Dad smirked, already too ready to spill. “We were talking about Demetria.” I shot him a sharp look. “Really, Dad? Couldn’t keep that under wraps for five minutes?” He raised a brow. “I was married before you were even born. I’ve earned the right to tell my wife everything.”

For her own safety, it was crucial that our marriage remained a secret, it was the only way that she could go to college and finish her education without being targeted. "I'm sorry, Heather, but from now henceforth you're no longer my wife.”

Beside it hung yesterday’s clothes, still draped carelessly over the chair exactly where I had dropped them after finally dragging myself home sometime after midnight. I pulled up the news. THE HAWTHORNE DECEPTION: CEO SEBASTIAN HAWTHORNE’S FIVE-YEAR SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED. Then another. WHO IS THE MYSTERY MRS. HAWTHORNE? Another. SECRET WIFE STUNS HIGH SOCIETY. I scrolled down. Then I scrolled again. Nothing. Everyone had something to say. Except…no one seemed interested in the actual reason I’d been standing on that stage.

That must be just a friendly date. It was a good thing that our place was hidden from where they were seated. There are only a few people inside the place and mostly, oldies so it's a little safe for an idol to be here. "Please tell me your husband isn't cheating on you." Tokyo deadpanned muttered and I laughed at her. "He sent me a message earlier," I told her and she just raised her eyebrows. "So, he just came back and he went on a date with another girl instead of going directly to his wife?" Tokyo stated and somehow, her words stung like shit inside her.

"Because a man like Murphy doesn't deserve the empire he stole from you, Jane. I know about the missing shares he secretly moved years ago. I've been tracking his movements for a very long time. You built that company with him, and he used it to destroy your life." My heart gave a sudden thud. My mind flashed back to the day I found that hidden file on the living room floor, the day I realized Murphy had given away our hard-earned shares to his secretary. I had kept that file hidden under my clothes, a secret piece of evidence I never confronted him about. "How do you know about the shares?" I asked, looking at Mason in disbelief.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.