The Perfect Husband's Secret Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I haven't met my husband's secretary. "Hon, may I know what kind of secretary you qualified? If she's not as clumsy and stupid as the last one, I bet she came from a prestigious family and school. I saw him avoiding my gaze and fidgeting his hands. I know my husband so well. He's like that when he's hiding something from me. " Yeah, she's better. Why do you mention her? It's odd to have interest with my secretary." He said while taking off his suit.

“I’m fine.” He pours his coffee and sits, his expression one of practiced innocence. “You say you’re fine, but you’re staring at me like you want me dead.” My hands grip the edge of the table. “You embarrassed me last night. How can I expect anyone to respect me when my own husband treats me so poorly?” “What on earth are you talking about?” “I’m talking about your karaoke duet with Rosa. Your ‘secretary’. The one you had pinned against the wall by the bathrooms.”

An Adonis? I think he's a perfect ten on a scale of ten, the most handsome man I've ever seen. "Yes, how can I help you?" he asks in an angelic voice, as if he is trying to hide his amusement. Am I drooling? I hope not, that would be embarrassing. How can a male secretary be so gorgeously beautiful? He should have been a model or celebrity.

"I deliberately let him see the message you sent me. I even drugged the stew. There's no way he won't come here." "You're still so pure, Winona. This only proves that not only is your husband bad in bed, but he's also an absolutely useless loser. I'll have to properly punish you. After all, you guessed wrong." After saying that, the man slid his hands up and down Winona's body as she heavily leaned into his arms, moaning the entire time. "You're so annoying, Harold. Remember to turn off the camera by the bed. I don't want to be filmed."

“Yes, fuckkkk… I couldn’t stay away.” Hawthorne’s dirty talk went deeper, laced with emotion that made her chest tight even as her body burned. “You love him, don’t you? Your husband. Yet here you are, bent over for me, dripping down your thighs. Does he know his wife cums harder on her professor’s cock than she ever has in his bed?” “No,” she gasped, pushing back on his fingers. “He doesn’t know I need this. Need you.” He curled his fingers against her G-spot and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Good. Keep it that way. This is our secret. But tonight I’m going to remind you exactly who owns this pussy before you go back to playing the faithful wife.”

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 1 Cardyn’s I facepalmed. Just what the hell did I do last night? Sat on the very-soft-tempting-sofa, comfort was out of the question since I am in a dire situation faced with someone I would never want to make any deal. But… “Forgot about your husband that fast?” Crap. Can something hit my head so I can lose all of my memories just like in those dramas and feign ignorance about this man? Or should I call him my husband?

Was it a private one-man celebration because I had finally agreed to let her go? So, he had been waiting this long! It turns out that all those years while I was recklessly squandering Alice’s love, he had been hiding in the shadows, patiently waiting for me to make mistakes, waiting for me to ruin a valuable relationship. “Whether I cherish our marriage or not, is a private matter between us, as husband and wife.” I glared at him. “And you, Adam, what sly thoughts are hiding under the ‘teacher’ persona you are wearing today? Do you need me to expose them to Alice?”

– A friend Emily stared at the screen, blood turning to ice. The message vanished—deleted remotely?—but the words burned into her mind. Who was driving? Alexander had said he wasn’t. But soeone else had been. And someone out there knew the secret he was still hiding. She looked toward the elevator where he’d disappeared. The penthouse suddenly felt too big. Too quiet. Too full of shadows. And for the first time since signing that contract, Emily wondered if she had just married a man capable of lying about more than a marriage.