Tanda Suami Berbohong Novels & Stories

he implored, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. "Is this about what you mentioned on the phone? Some supposed truth about my husband?" I inquired, and he nodded. "I'm aware this marriage is a fake one," he revealed, causing me to swallow hard. "What do you mean, it's fake?" I attempted to downplay the statement, though my anxiety was creeping in. "Please, don't lie to me. This is why I want your trust. I only have this one chance to make things right," he pleaded.

I said and look in another way, "Well, that's true! I'm a famous evil, who uses a beautiful man mask, they say, a perverted man, and have sex with a lot of girls after I take someone's life, but I don't lie" He said and take out his tobacco and light it, I smirk and immediately take my clothes, "Why would I believe you!? That's impossible! I don't even force my husband to do it with me, and let him fuck his secretary in front of me! And you're saying I force you!? That doesn't make sense!" I said to him and he take out the smoke of his tobacco in his mouth,

I decided to test him and see if I could force out the truth, so I let my anger show and snapped, “First it was a secret fiancée, now suddenly it’s a whole wife who’s already pregnant with your child? What other lies are you planning to tell me, Dante? You promised me no more secrets between us. You’re standing here denying this to my face when the evidence is literally standing right there. What else are you hiding from me that I don’t know about yet?” My voice grew louder with each word, and I felt my emotions take over completely. “This wasn’t what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you. I can never and will never stand being someone’s second option or backup plan.” “I am not lying to

[Isabella's POV] I felt myself freezing all over. My ears wouldn't stop ringing. I clutched my phone in shock, my voice trembling as I asked, "W-What did you just say?" "It's the truth," Sophia said, sounding a little careful and apologetic. "I got someone to check. On paper, you're single, and Vincenzo is divorced. "His ex-wife is Claudia Henderson. They only finalized the divorce two months ago. And the stamp on your marriage certificate was forged. As for the documentation… They're all fakes from the dollar store or something. In short, you're not legally husband and wife."

I said. "Everything she had. Old photographs of Lyra. The contract irregularities Isolde flagged weeks ago, presented as fraud instead of something I'd chosen to sit with. A timeline of every moment she believes I should have caught this." A pause. "She thinks I've been deceived. She doesn't understand I haven't been deceived in three weeks." "What did you tell her." "That this is my marriage and my decision, and she will not discuss it with anyone outside this room." His jaw tightened. "She did not take that well."

I swallowed, wanting to know a reason why I was growing weak between my legs. "Your husband is not a man to be trusted, and I'll prove it to you." He said as he picked up his phone, placing his cigar away. Then he played a recording which revealed that my husband had collected a loan from him due to the fact that our business was collapsing. Ivan had placed me as a collateral. He had brought in a fake signature of mine which had sealed the deal between them - stating that I wasn't chanced to be present in their dealing. "This is not true," I gasped, unable to believe the recording.

But now, the truth stared me in the face, and it was a thousand times more hurtful than anything I ever imagined. It’s not wrong for a married man to talk to another woman. They could be on the phone for one hour or more, and it still wouldn’t be wrong. But it becomes something else entirely when he hides it. When he lies about it. That’s when it becomes a problem. A red flag. And any woman who sees such a flag better pay attention before it becomes too late. My fingers hesitated slightly, but I pressed the three-dash button again and opened the call log. The truth hit me like a slap. They had spoken five times today alone.

Logan hugged his wife tightly as he whispered, "This is a tonic and aphrodisiac. I bought it especially for you, there are five strips." Beth's face heated up at that. Oh my gosh, this guy... "I still have a work contract, if I'm pregnant I'll be questioned, 'When did you get married, how did you get pregnant?' what should I answer?" Beth challenged the man who is smiling mischievously. He must be thinking dirty. "You can tell them the truth! You can say that your husband did it so many times...and he managed to satisfy your every needs... And dong it for many times a day!"

I saw how his face changed, and he looked at me. "You tried to drug me. Right?" I told him, but he looked away. He laughs. "What are you saying?" He asks. I threw another file again. He picked it up and looked towards it. I look at Wilson, and he smiles at me. "Where did you get this fake information?" "You know that Andrea was my child. Am I right?" He didn't say a word. "In just a snap, you can go to prison and spend your life on it," I growled.

he asked, as he took a step closer and I took an immediate step back. I didn't shy away from his gaze as I replied, "The kind of wife who doesn't care about what her husband does in his life. This marriage of ours is nothing but a facade, so why would I even bother with your string of mistresses?" He clamped his teeth over his bottom lip, "I didn't fucking touch Cindy." I immediately frowned and replied, "You're a liar! I heard everything that happened between you two. You were in there for a whole hour!"