Secret Of The Late Husband Novels & Stories

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

I retorted. "According to him, his was." He winked. "Was?" "The wife died." I fell silent. "And you know what the secret recipe is? One which only the husband can add to the marriage?" I raised a brow. One that only the husband can add? That's new. "What?" Curiosity got the better of me. "Fearing his woman a little." I stared at his stupid grin. And then, out of nowhere, I let out an absolutely atrocious pig-like snort as I burst out laughing.

" I don't know how good he was bad if he is good at hiding things tonight think I know where my wife learnt her knack for hiding things and hugging them either and play inside or hiding them to the point where they cannot be found. She's always been very meticulous and she's always crossed checked everything else when it comes to knowing the truth so it baffles me as to why she is trying to hide something and she's the one who told me that the more you try to hide something the more it shows up in plain sight you just need to look a bit closer but the middle I'll try to look closer which is what I tried to do with her notebook everything decided to go up in flames." " The both of you are mar

I needed to know the man I had married, the one who carried secrets that could destroy lives—and maybe mine too. I was lost in my thoughts, my mind raced through everything I had just uncovered. My fingers hovered over the screen, scrolling through article after article, each one darker and more troubling than the last. Harry’s past was a maze, a tangled web of secrets and lies that I wasn’t sure I was ready to untangle. But something inside me couldn’t stop. I had to know who this man really was—who my husband really was. Then, a soft knock at the door snapped me out of my trance.

Not like Sebastian would notice anyway. The walk to the café was awkward. Neither of us spoke, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how pathetic I must have looked, standing there spying on my own husband and his mistress. When we got to the café, Alex ordered us both coffee, though I wasn’t really in the mood for it. I really just wanted to be alone, cooped up on my bed, with a bowl of ice cream. Once we sat down, he leaned forward and gave me this look, serious. My heart pounded at that because that meant he had something important to say. "Emma," he started, "I know the truth."

I mean, I still wonder what might have happened that lead to this change of my heartless husband hollow mind. "We are going to reach home, than we can discuss stuff. For the rest of time I don't want any drama." I was further shocked to listen to him. He was calling Mariah's sad tears a drama, so at one point at least both of ours thought met and all this was startling my mind. He really has a secret deep down his mind. Which he is waiting to uncover, otherwise he would not have sound this secretive.

The fallout between George and me had already stirred buzz, so the follow-up drew eager eyes. The netizens were stunned by the revelations. [Classic freeloader! His wife wanted nothing material, yet he hid his income to fund his brother endlessly. What more is there to say?] [The wife had saintly patience. I'd have turned against him ages ago. If this guy loves his brother that much, why not just marry him?] [Am I alone in seeing beyond family disparities? That aside, this guy publicly smears his wife while profiting off her pain. That's vile enough.]