The Perfect Husband's Secret Novel Novels & Stories

His green eyes were fixed on Damien’s who was a prey toying with its predator. “It's been a while, hubby” The single sentence landed on Damien like a punch which was heavy. The word was a gut punch. Damien clenched his jaw. No one knew. No one could know. Their marriage—buried in secrecy, hidden from the world—was supposed to be a ghost of the past. Yet here Lucas stood, breathing life into a scandal Damien couldn’t afford. “Lucas,” Damien said, keeping his voice even. “I was never expecting you here.”

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

"The best we've had in a long time." I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We looked like a perfect couple. The successful husband, the beautiful wife, the expensive bedroom. But all I could see was the jacket in the bin. All I could feel was the weight of the lies. "Yeah," I whispered, staring at my own haunted eyes. "A good day." “Dae, is there anything I need to know?" The question hung in the steam of the bedroom. I felt his body stiffen against my back. His hands, which had been roaming over my waist, went still. The playful mood vanished instantly.

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

" I had to see his eyes. It all sounded so perfect what he was saying. He was right to say everything I wanted and needed to hear. 'But this is the question. Is it the real deal? Or was he playing a game? Was he genuinely ready to reverse our loveless marriage and go public? Years ago, that was my dream, but those dreams didn't come quickly anymore since the divorce. Though he sounded so sincere, everything seemed so perfect between them. There was one thing I hadn't heard—the one thing I needed to hear from Holland Halston Jr...... Narration

"I thought you'd want to go for another round like usual. " He grabbed my hand, making me feel his heated chest muscles. His beautiful golden eyes looked down at me, his voice laced with temptation. "...Not one more time? Let your husband go away. One more time, and I'll tell you a secret of mine..." He seemed to have made up his mind, pausing for a moment before saying, "A secret that will surprise you." My call boy was the most handsome man I had ever seen, far beyond my husband. His cock and skills were also impressive, always driving me out of control.

I nodded. "It's all arranged, all these marriages. I think it's why she cheats, there's no atom of love or humility between them. It's literarily a sexual thing." "I never would've guessed, wow. Everything seems so perfect outside, so flawless." "Well, it's what they want you to see," I said, contemplating if I was supposed to say more, then dived in. "There's a lot of secrets that we know of and not allowed to say. Dark secrets."

"You know, you don't always have to be strong, Anastasia. Sometimes it's good to feel weak. People don't always have to be perfect." These words stunned Anastasia. She stared at Maximilian with a confused look, not expecting to hear such words from the mouth of a man she had just met. "Max..." she murmured quietly, but she didn't know what to say. Maximilian smiled again and looked at Anastasia. "I know this is difficult for you. But you're not alone. I'm here and I won't let you fall alone. I'm your current husband, and it's my responsibility to take care of you, even if it's only a secret husband."

The heat of our bodies literally melted together as we held onto each other's naked bodies. He gave my forehead a light kiss as he rubbed circles on my bare ass. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Gideon.” I barely registered his words as my eyelids grew heavy. I had almost forgotten that I was mad at him about keeping his son a secret. I might still be angry at him, but the important thing now was this: I couldn't deny that I still wanted him.

She turned toward the elderly marriage officiant, who looked at her with a mixture of pity and profound boredom. "Do you, Elena Hunt," the officiant began, his voice droning through the microphone, "take Adrian Vance to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health..." Elena looked at the empty space beside her. For a moment, she imagined a man standing there—a broken, bitter man in a wheelchair, hiding from a world that mocked him just as much as it mocked her. In a strange, twisted way, they were both the trash of their respective families.