The Perfect Husband's Secret Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As for me, my company was gradually stabilizing. Once things were in order, the first thing I did was publicly announce my intention to divorce. Everyone had witnessed Anthony's recent actions. The only reason his company had taken off so quickly was because of my mother's help. She had often told her friends that Anthony was someone with great potential, even hinting that she would hand the family business to him one day. Thus, out of respect for my mother, many people were willing to cooperate with him. However, he didn't even attend her funeral. On top of that, he was cheating on me with his secretary.

He was about to push me away when I leaned to him and crashed my lips on his without thinking rationally. I felt him stiffened underneath me. This is what I want. A husband who will give in to me. A husband who will love me, cherish me and care for me. Not an evil cheating husband who thinks I'm a slut who manipulated his family. The stiff man underneath me groaned against my lips. A sensual moan escaped my lips when he started moving his lips against mine. His hands caressed my waist, sending electrifying sensations through my veins. "Hmm!" I moaned again as he bit my bottom lip.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

With those full lips, that sexy freckle in the corner of her mouth, and that olive skin, she was the most desirable woman on the planet. Bedding a married woman was always nice because she didn’t get attached. She wanted the affair to be a secret so her husband would never find out. Sometimes they had families, and the last thing they wanted was for them to fall apart. But it annoyed me that someone else owned her, that she never took off that ridiculous wedding ring. Her eyes opened, and she took a deep breath, like she was waking up to a beautiful morning. That serenity disappeared quickly when she remembered where she was.

she declared dramatically, pointing her index finger straight toward the concealed door in the wood paneling. “It doesn’t.” “I think it does.” “It doesn’t, Eloise.” “It absolutely does!” She stepped closer to him. “You married me because you needed a respectable, flawless wife for society… while secretly keeping your men in there.” Dead silence crashed over the room. Weston simply stood there, blinking at her in utter disbelief. He looked like his brain had completely short-circuited. “…My men?” She nodded with complete seriousness. “Yes.” “…Male lovers.”

The answer was so simple that my chest tightened. Adrian took my hand and pulled me carefully away from the broken window. His fingers remained wrapped around mine as he guided me into the hallway, and I hated how natural the contact felt. I had married this man because my family needed his money, yet somehow, within days, I had reached the point where his presence was the only thing making me feel safe. That realization frightened me. Reed appeared at the end of the hallway with two guards behind him. “Mr. Blackwood, we've secured the grounds. Whoever fired the arrow is gone.”

It's all just an act. [As a man myself, I can't stand it. Who cheats on his wife while she's having his baby? And this guy? He had the nerve to call himself the perfect husband?] [Perfect husband? More like the king of scumbags. Someone strip him of that title already!]

The deal was closed even before the expected time. Then everything fell apart. The flight home. The unlocked door. Nathan’s betrayal. Julia’s deception. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. “Julia,” I whispered. The betrayal wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even violent. It was slow and strangling. I had loved her like a sister. Defended her even when others questioned her. And Nathan? He wasn’t just my husband. He was my mirror. My ambition, my match. I ran my hand along the desk, pausing at the crystal pen holder he had gifted me on my last birthday. I picked it up and stared at the inscription:

Celine huffs a sigh, composing a nice statement to apologize to them. Celine walks in with her head held high. She got into a magnificent living room, Helen was seated on a golden cushioned chair glaring at Celine as she came in. Helen lived her married life being the boss and a full housewife. She had no other job than sending spies to her husband, Henry but no spy ever knew Henry's real secret about 'the men in black'. Helen believed she knows more about her husband but what would be her reaction when she finds out Henry's true identity?

The soft, husky moans sent a shiver down her spine, her heart racing with a mix of shock and disbelief. Tried so hard not to believe that it was coming from her matrimonial room but the more she climbed the stairs,it became clear that it was her matrimonial room. The creaks, the groans, the soft gasps and the unmistakable whispers of pleasure all painted a vivid picture in her mind. The partially opened door made it easy for her to the two figures curled up on the bed. The sheets were twisted around them. Her husband's arm was wrapped around the lady's waist, his hand resting on her hip.