The Husband Who Lied Novels & Stories

I looked at him then. Really looked. He wasn’t trying to sell me comfort or flirt with me or offer empty words. He was just… present. And sometimes, that was enough. “My husband been lying to me,” I said, surprising myself. The words spilled out too fast, like they’d been waiting at the edge of my teeth. “He told me he loved me. Made me feel safe. Made me think I knew him. But he left out a whole part of his life. A wife. A child.”

“Stop fucking lying!” I flinched back at the way he yelled at me. Lachlan had never used his anger on me but now I could see he looked on the verge of losing all his control. My eyes shifted to my husband, again, who looked contemplative. “Answer him, wife.” “I—” I didn’t even know why I lied and why only a lie escaped my lips when I responded, “It was just Riley, my friend—” “Nina—” Lachlan began, but my husband cut him off as he ordered, “Come here, wife.”

I lied to myself for thirty years. Before leaving, I handed him a photo. The cops found it during their investigation — a picture of an old woman in an elegant dress. "The woman you've been obsessed with your whole life?" I said. "She never died. She married some rich guy and had to fake her death to get away from you." His face crumpled, but I wasn't done. "Oh, and Jack?" I tilted my head. "Not yours." That broke him. His whole twisted little fantasy shattered right there. The woman he worshipped, the kid he schemed with — all lies. His life had been the lie.

“You’re vile! You got my son killed and attacked me! My poor son!” “You might want to be mindful of your words, Judy. Surely, you don’t want to wish bad things on Hank, right?” I let out a sarcastic smile. Judy stammered, her expression stiff, while sounding me out, “M-My son is lying in the morgue, and you’re denying getting him killed? Have you no conscience?” Brushing Judy off, I turned to the funeral home staff and said, “If the body was mangled from the crash, how did you verify my husband?”

"Blair! You wretch, you lied to me! "You said Mr. Zimmer forced you, but you used me this whole time and made me your fool!" Blair’s face went pale as she tried to defend herself. "Liam, it’s not true! These reports are fake. Please, let me explain!" But Liam, overwhelmed by the relentless blows of betrayal, lost all control. He slammed his foot on the gas and drove straight into Blair. "Ah!" Blair only had time to let out a single scream before being crushed beneath the car, blood splattering everywhere.

I mean, I knew he had a lot of secrets but I was sure it was nothing like this. “What does my husband have to do with anything?” “Oh wow. You’re really clueless about him. Aren’t you?” He chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lazar is a carpenter.” My statement only made this man let out a roaring laughter. “Is that what your dear husband told you?” “I had my doubts but there wasn’t any proof so I had no choice but to believe him. Please, tell me the truth. What does he actually do? I need to know who I’m married to.”

Believing he was better. But today, he stood quieter. He stared at the name, remembering how as a boy, he promised himself he would never be like him. That he’d love better. Be better. Choose truth over deception. Protect, not destroy. But standing there now, older and emptier, he couldn’t run from the truth. He had failed. He had become the very man he once feared. His lies had different shapes. More polished, more calculated. But they cut just as deep. He had looked his wife in the eyes and chosen silence. He had promised a life to one woman while holding another. He had turned love into collateral damage.

He chased her to the airport like a madman, only to be crushed by her words: "Stop pestering me. I’m marrying a duke." He married me only to use me to forget Isolde. While I was working myself to death just to survive, he was throwing away millions for another woman. The moment the party ended, I tremblingly pulled off Alaric’s headgear. My son’s face was covered in tears, flushed red from the heat and crying. "Mommy, Daddy lied to us, didn’t he?" he sobbed. "He isn't poor. He just doesn't love us." The pain was suffocating. I hugged my son tight and finally made up my mind. "Alaric, we don't want this Daddy anymore. Mommy will take you away, okay?"

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”