The Perfect Husband's Secret Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

Street scenes from the city. I couldn't take it with me. Someone would find it. Someone would know. But I couldn't burn it either. I opened my suitcase. The one packed for the honeymoon I didn't want. Found the inside lining. There was a pocket. Small. Hidden. I slid the sketchbook inside. Zipped it closed. One piece of Felix Laurent, hidden where Marcus would never look. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number. I picked it up. Read the message.

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

Jo POV The night I decided to end my marriage, New York slept outside our penthouse windows. Only the cursor on my laptop stayed awake—blinking beside the words Divorce Agreement. I was about to type my name when the door slammed open. Giovanni Romano—heir to New York’s most feared Mafia family—stumbled in, smelling of whiskey and someone else’s perfume. But for once, he was smiling. And not at me. At our son. “Come here, kid,” he said, his voice rough, uneven.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

There was no way to convince myself that my perfect husband of five years hasn’t been unfaithful. Whoever had sent this had achieved their goal unknowingly.

She teased and they groaned. “C'mon, just tell us.” Kelsey bit the insides of her cheeks. “Perfect.” She whispered. “What?” they yelled and brought their ears closer to her mouth. “I said Perfect.” She repeated and they let out a squeal. “I’m so jealous, my husband doesn’t even last more than three minutes on top of me.” “My husband won’t even touch me!” “Mine only likes to do it when he’s drunk.” “Mine just lays down and let’s me do all the work like I’m some kind of whore.” Kelsey watched as they spill their secrets mindlessly not caring about who's listening and who’s not.

"Promise me you'll wait for me at home. I don't want anything to happen to you." “All right.” I lay down next to him, and he pulled the covers over me and hugged me to sleep. He quickly closed his eyes and breathed softly. I knew he wasn't really asleep. He just ended our conversation in this way. He's running away again. I know that a man who runs away will not tell anyone his secret unless he opens his mouth. He always hides so many secrets under his mask. It's dangerous. "I don't want my future husband to wear a mask with me all the time," I said to myself.