Secrets Of A Married Man Novels & Stories

The thought coils in my mind like smoke, choking reason and feeding suspicion. It’s not like I know him anymore. Not really. The man I married feels more like a memory than a person, and the one wearing his face now… I don’t recognize him. I can’t put anything past someone who’s revealed themselves to be a stranger—and a dangerous one at that. Every moment I spend pretending nothing’s wrong feels like stepping deeper into a minefield, never knowing which secret will be the one to explode. And maybe this is that very secret. I decide to collect myself and what little dignity I have left-which might not be much and decide to face the inevitable.

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

"You know, starting a family. But I always felt it was never the right time. But the main truth is that I just haven't found the right man that I can comfortably spend the rest of my life with. Kind, handsome, quiet, different from the herd, a little tall and maybe a little rich, but not necessarily so. You know, the only man I ever met that had all those qualities was Mr. Leo, the former CEO." Mara's head whirled sharply around to focus on her face. What did the woman just say?? Her own Leo? But Angela was oblivious to Mara's angry and possessive eyes staring at her with suspicion. She had a happy smile and dreamy look on her face, obviously recalling the image of their former CEO as she st

She continues to say. "Do you trust him that much?" I ask the question looking very surprised. "The short time I had working with him made me know what kind of honest and loyal person he is. You know Madam, I had serious problems in my marriage when Mr. Dinam worked in this company. He gave me a lot of advice on moral values ​​and integrity. Thanks to Mr. Dinam, I was able to reconcile with my companion and we are going to get married in a few months. This man cannot be guilty of these accusations." Said the young secretary to me, looking convinced of her remarks.

A tear formed in her eyes when she saw how happy Sebastian was for her. "Solene Thompson, do you take Bruce Wilson as your husband?" She swallowed as her forehead began sweating. She closed her eyes when her heart thumped so fast. She didn't want to get married, but she didn't have a choice, especially since Mr. Thompson gave her a deathly glare. "I-I do," she muttered. "Bruce Wilson, do you take Solene Thompson as your wife?" She was anxious that Bruce might back out of their marriage. She didn't want to get humiliated again. She almost gasped when Bruce darted at her without emotions.

A flash of humiliation crossed his face. "Fallen for you? How could I possibly fall for you? Let me tell you, in this life, the next life, and every life after that, I would never fall for a boring, old woman like you." Calla had known this all along. Grayson had only married her because of their engagement. It had been an obligation, nothing more. He had never liked her. Since their childhood, he had only been bound to her by the so-called marriage arrangement. Calla smiled faintly and made a gesture inviting him to leave. "In that case, who I marry has nothing to do with you. Please leave and stop disrupting my life. Otherwise, I'll call the police.

He didn’t give me time to respond. Instead, he reached into the folder beside him and pulled out a stack of documents, sliding them across the table toward me. I hesitated before picking them up. My name stared back at me from the top page. My heart skipped. “What is this?” “A solution,” he said. I flipped through the pages slowly, my eyes scanning each line, each clause. Then I froze. Marriage. A secret marriage. My fingers tightened around the paper. “You’re serious?” I whispered. “Very.”

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.

This was an employee, or security, or something. Simon wasn't who he claimed to be. That much was obvious now. The question was, who was he really? "Fine," I said coldly. "Have your secret conversation. But this isn't over." I went inside, slamming the door harder than necessary. Through the window, I watched Simon and Marcus talk in low voices. Watched Simon's posture shift into something commanding. Authoritative. Nothing like the humble man who'd stood beside me all day. I'd married a stranger who was keeping secrets.

Three months, same amount, same payee—this was no coincidence. I wrote down the name and asked a friend to look into it. The result: the name belonged to the owner of a luxury apartment in the city center. Meaning Marc had been paying five thousand dollars a month to rent an apartment. Why would he need a secret apartment? The answer was obvious. A married man secretly renting a place behind his wife's back—what reason could there be besides keeping another woman? Heat surged up the back of my skull. The vanished woman… that size-S blouse… every clue snapped together all at once.