Secret Of The Late Husband Novels & Stories

Biting her lip, she decided that it might not be so bad if a third party knew the truth. “Listen, I know what I’m about to say will sound unrealistic, but it’s true,” Jessica began. “The man you saw earlier is… my husband.” Rachael stared blankly at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, really? Then I must be his sister,” she said, laughing. Her amusement faded when she noticed the serious expression on Jessica’s face. “You’re joking, right?” she asked hesitantly. Jessica sighed again. “It’s a secret marriage. Nobody knows except his family and now you.”

“I’m not even sure I should be focusing on love right now. There’s so much going on. The fashion house, my reputation… I should be keeping my head straight, but I just keep circling back to them.” Bella leaned back and swirled her cocktail thoughtfully. The first thing I was expecting her to do was give me some direct, well-practiced advise, but instead she sighed, the fun edge slipping from her demeanour. "Would you like to hear a secret?" She enquired, her voice softer now. I nodded curiously. "My husband cheated on me," she quietly confessed. The words fell between us, weighty and rough. "Several months ago. I discovered this through his emails and phone calls. He planned trips with her,

Only misery. Raisa continued reading again about a husband's infidelity. It seemed very suitable for Raisa's current life. “I think this story reflects my life right now,” Raisa muttered with a rough exhale. A woman sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glued to the bright screen of her phone. Silently, she scrolled through messages that revealed a long-hidden great secret. The messages reveal secret communications between her husband and another woman, a woman who is not her.

Was he that afraid of her finding out I was his wife? If he’d just looked for one more second, he would’ve known he wasn’t signing away a shipment of goods. But his eyes were already stolen by the girl in the doorway. Our marriage was a secret. Besides our parents, no one knew. I fell for him in college, chased him relentlessly for four years, and got nowhere. For three years after graduation, I still couldn’t let him go. Then, one day, I found him ambushed by a rival family, bleeding out in an alley and barely alive. I saved him.

“ Did you know your mom killed your brother? Or, was this because of you? I just can't place a finger on this, Caspian. I thought Black was her favorite son? Or was I wrong to think so?” I stared at the picture of him on the golf course. My husband and his family had a lot of secrets. But, Caspian was the one with the most secrets out of them all. He was never loveable, perhaps it was just me who couldn't bring myself to love him. FLASHBACK Many Years Ago.

I’d rather he say nothing at all than lie to my face. When I stepped out of the bathroom, the maids were cleaning the room. They hadn’t noticed me yet, and I would have announced myself if one of their whispers hadn’t stopped me cold. “Aren’t this couple weird?” “Why do you say so?” “Well, I heard from the bartender that the husband’s secretary put a sedative in the wife’s drink.” “But why would her husband do such a thing?” “I don’t know. Maybe to see his lover or something. As soon as the bride fell asleep, he left the hotel immediately.”

In an instant, the sharp pain pulled me back to bed. I took a few deep breaths. As I lay on my back, I was too weak to lift a finger. The light from the overhead crystal chandelier stung my eyes. Still, no matter how painful it was, it could not compare to the absurdities and agonies of my simple life. … For the past five years of our marriage, I had been advising Samantha from behind the scenes and helping her secure her position as CEO of Cole Group. After being kicked out, I willingly became her henchman and privately helped her resolve one internal conflict after another within the company.

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

He directed his fork to the kitchen. "You're his father. " "Screwing hell I'm his goddamn father! "Bruce whispered."well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose."

"Pour the drink, Hannah. And then you can crawl back to your sofa. We have business to discuss. The kind of business that requires a wife who knows when to be invisible." As I tilted the bottle, the amber liquid splashing into the glass, I realized the terrifying irony of my life. Being his wife was the reason I was trapped, but it was also the reason I was dangerous. As his spouse, I had spent three years learning his secrets. I knew the passwords he reused for every account. I knew the names of the "consultants" he paid in cash at the marina. I knew where he kept the burner phones for his midnight talks with Grace’s father. He thought this marriage was a cage he’d locked me in. He didn't r