The Husband Who Lied Novels & Stories

“Sources say that you left the venue with your wife, Mr. Henderson.” “I did,” his voice was deceptively shaky to sell his lies. “We went home and my wife confided in me. We have had a shaky marriage as you well know, Tim, and she and I have been working on our marriage. We are trying to come back together after all that happened with the teen sex drama, the episode with Nathaniel. My wife told me that Nathaniel tricked her. He deceived her into thinking he was going to help her and – my sweet innocent wife,” he sniffed. He paused dramatically to make a big show of dabbing his eyes with his handkerchief. “You have to understand that my wife is not exactly stable mentally so I can see how easy

“I wasn't cheating on my wife. Pearl needed my help. I was just—” “You weren't cheating, but you lied to your wife. Bravo, boss, your lies are lying.” “No, that's not — where is Jewel? I need to tell her the truth. Pearl only asked for my help. I lied to her because I didn't want her to misunderstand! You've got to believe me, I've not cheated on Jewel since the first day I set my eyes on her.” I sounded like a desperate man, but I didn't care. If sounding desperate means I get to know where my wife is, then, so be it.

" I muttered as I tried hard to wrap my head around it. I wanted to pull my hair out as her story just didn't make sense or match with the Claire that I knew. So he was definitely lying. "No, my husband is the reputable director of the Hart Hospitals in the main Branch, and he doesn't concern himself with such childish things," she spoke with so much pride I felt a raw urge to smack some sense into her, but her father seemingly dismissed her as he encouraged Claire to tell her own side of the story. She seemed shaken, though, with Emily to reassure her. Adrian’s gaze didn’t waver, probably because he was an outsider in this case and could analyze from the third person's POV so when he spoke,

He was hurt by what had happened to his nephew, but more than that, he was frustrated that his brother, a man who had always been exemplary, was going through this situation because of Pablo’s irresponsibility and bad decisions. "I warned him," Kevin said, visibly frustrated. "I don’t understand how he could leave his wife for this trash. If this woman woke up with Pablo, how the hell didn’t she notice his condition?" "According to the housekeeper, he was lying on the sofa, drowning in his own vomit," his mother said, her voice weak and tears welling in her eyes.

“Instead of hiding? Instead of pretending?” I froze, my stomach twisting. “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I can’t do that. I won’t.” His brows rose, and he let out a humorless chuckle. “Can’t or won’t? Because there’s a difference. What’s the use, Lia? What’s the point in keeping this secret when…..” He paused, leaning in just enough to sting. “—when your husband already has another woman?” Oh my God this guy didn’t just do that, how dare he say that to me, though it was the truth but honestly I didn’t want to hear any of this at all.

I got married I said as I parked my wheelchair next to his bed Really he said and I could tell he didn't believe me, I took the marriage certificate from mom's hand and gave it to him You really got married he said smiling before hugging me tightly Where is he I don't see him anywhere he asked looking around ★★★ TWO DAYS LATER Valarie you should have gone to your husband's house nagged my mother glaring at me like she had been for the past two days" Are you kicking your own daughter out I said looking at her ” Of course not , you know very well that's not the case I just think it's inappropriate for you to stay here when you are married, what will people say she said raising her eyebrow Moth

“How long have I been here?” “Three days,” he said Three days felt like a lifetime. My hands trembled as I tried to sit up. “And Liam? Is he—” The doctor exhaled slowly, lowering the chart. “Your husband is alive,” he said, and my chest loosened for half a second before he continued, “but he’s in a coma.” The words hit me like a blow. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be right. He was talking—he told me—” My voice broke. “He told me he loved me.”

He continued, "Over time, I stopped being able to tell dreams from reality. I even saw a doctor! She can testify for me! This must be my other personality. He's the one who hurt you, not me!" Since Victor had spent years cultivating his image as the perfect husband, some people actually began to believe him, especially since he'd mentioned a doctor. Comments on the broadcast flooded in. "That sounds believable. If he were lying, he probably wouldn't have mentioned a third party. The court could just summon the third party at any time, and he wouldn't have had the time to collude." "It could be true, even if the whole split personality thing sounds far-fetched." "Let's wait and see. This whol

I said, too fast. “It has everything to do with this,” he said. “You think it doesn’t mean anything? I bit my lip hard. I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. But I couldn’t. So I just said, “Lucas, I love my husband. I have a family now. I’m trying to keep it together.” “Even if it’s built on a lie?” “I’m not lying!” I snapped, louder than I meant. A few heads turned. I closed my eyes, lowered my voice.

Locked. I turned sharply. My husband hadn’t moved. “I told him you weren’t ready,” he said quietly. Cold fear finally bloomed in my chest. “Ready for what?” I asked. Mr. Hale sighed, almost kindly. “For the truth about who wants you. And why.” My husband took a step toward me. “I was trying to keep you safe,” he said. “By lying?” I snapped. “Yes,” he said immediately. “By lying.” Something shattered inside me then.