The Husband Who Lied Novels & Stories

I just couldn’t believe my ears; the lies I heard made me doubt myself. “No, that’s not it. That’s not the truth, I swear to you,” I countered, shaking my head frantically. “I caught my husband having sex with Eunice, who he claimed was his cousin. He lied to me,” I explained, my voice breaking as I ignored the judgment in their eyes. “I thought you had told me it was a petty argument, but what you just told doesn’t seem petty. Which means you lied,” the inspector bashed as he stood by my side.

She stroked my damp hair, humming softly, her warmth surrounding me like a blanket. And I cracked. The time I had been trying hard to fight back, welled up in my eyes as my chest tightened. “I lied,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Bree’s tender hands stiffened on my head. “What?” “I lied to you,” I croaked. “I said my husband went on a business trip. But the truth is… we had a fight. A bad one. He stormed off without talking to me.” Bree’s grip on me tightened.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

He muttered, signalling one of the men beside him to bring him his phone from the kitchen cabinet. I froze for a second but still I refused to believe what he had just said as it sounded like a practiced lie. “ You lying piece of shit,” I yelled, not minding if the guards would blow my head off just as he said. “After killing him that is the next lie you can fabricate right? My husband made a deal with you? And you expect me to believe that? Oh yes he did." He arched his brow but said nothing. I pressed further, “I need to see the agreement papers with my husband’s signature on them before I can be convinced that my husband did make an agreement or a deal with you.”

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

he asked looking at me. I froze. I wanted to just spill the truth. I was getting tired of the lies and betrayals, but I couldn't. I could just imagine the look on my husband's face when I tell him Marcus fingered his wife's pussy until she almost came. Of course, I couldn't say that. So I lied. “It went well” I said softly, making sure my face didn't give anything away. “He said everything looked good. And he thinks there's a chance of me getting pregnant soon.”

the woman’s husband finally spoke up, breaking his long silence. “We have a sick son who needs a heart transplant,” the man confessed, his voice trembling. “The cost is beyond our capacity. My wife was working multiple shifts while I stayed with our child in the hospital, and she took this deal just to get the money. Yes, we knew the couple and their daughter, and I’m sorry we participated in this lie—” The woman turned on her husband and slapped him hard across the face. “What have you done?! You’ve destroyed our family!” Panic filled her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ever since I first uncovered his infidelity, he had kept every piece of information about Madeline tightly under wraps. "She doesn't come from money. If you dig up her past, it'll destroy her," he had argued back then Yet, he had gladly broadcast my status as an orphan across our entire social circle, solely to show everyone how utterly codependent I was on him. As I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat, a hollow laugh escaped my lips. "This is the fourth time, Nathaniel. You broke your word." When I originally insisted on a divorce, he had climbed out onto the rooftop of our home.

My husband, Mitch Cooley, has been with me through my fifth year of battling depression. While searching for recipes online, a notification for a late-night livestream for anonymous confessions pops up on my phone screen. "What's the biggest lie your husband has ever told you?" I tap on the notification out of curiosity as my eyes are drawn to the profile picture showing two hands tightly clasped together. The interviewee replies, "I'm still single, but if it's about my stupid best friend, then she'd been lied to by her husband three times. "The first time, her ex-boyfriend died in a car crash while cheating on her, and her now-husband hid the truth on purpose so that she thought the ma