Secret Of The Late Husband Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

He was the one who was trying to cry foul by slandering Lacey first, yet he didn't have the guts to admit that! She'd just barely managed to stop herself from throwing the photos at him. Falling back onto her chair, she continued to stew in anger. To think that bastard was cheating on her with another woman! Who did he take her for? Did he forget that she was his wife? Christine's expression stiffened the moment that thought popped up in her mind, alarming her. Their marriage was only for show, so they weren't truly husband and wife. It was all a lie! When did she start taking it seriously?

He's read the last thing that my husband asked of me as his wife. There's no getting away from that and if I'm being honest with myself I don't even know if I want to get away from it anymore. I've kept this secret with me for over a year now, it's been tucked away in my head and in my heart and the only other person in the world to know about it was Tom and he two has kept the secret.

“I don’t have a mission.” “Do I know you?” he asked the question I dreaded the most. How was I going to explain to him that he was my husband? How was I going to make him understand that we were still married and we have a child? I didn’t know what to do because he was never going to believe whatever I said so I gave him the reply he never expected. “Some secrets are left as secret.” “So you know me right?” he asked and I nodded. “I don’t know what you and my family are hiding but once I found out and you are a part of their tricks, I’ll make sure you regret not telling me now.” he threatened.

“Yes, fuckkkk… I couldn’t stay away.” Hawthorne’s dirty talk went deeper, laced with emotion that made her chest tight even as her body burned. “You love him, don’t you? Your husband. Yet here you are, bent over for me, dripping down your thighs. Does he know his wife cums harder on her professor’s cock than she ever has in his bed?” “No,” she gasped, pushing back on his fingers. “He doesn’t know I need this. Need you.” He curled his fingers against her G-spot and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Good. Keep it that way. This is our secret. But tonight I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this pussy before you go back to playing the faithful wife.”