The Perfect Husband's Secret Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us. And tonight, the same people that stayed in the same house for three days without talking, are now at a charity gala, dressed in perfection, pretending our marriage wasn’t bleeding from inside. The ballroom was more than glittering, because everything was done in excess, like excess had taken physical form. There were different crystal chandeliers, champagne towers. Also, women in couture gowns and men in tailored power, all gathered around. The kind of room where different secrets abode, mostly wearing tuxedos and betrayal hiding politely behind applause.

“Do you understand that I’ll control everything? That you’ll need my permission to see your parents? To leave our chambers? To make any decision at all?” “My father would never allow—” “Your father won’t know.” His smile was cruel. “To him, I’ll still be the perfect husband. Attentive. Loving. Kind. He’ll never see what happens behind closed doors. No one will. It’ll be our little secret.” “Someone will figure it out—” “Will they?” He tilted his head. “Your mother suspects something is wrong. I can see it in her eyes. But she doesn’t know what. And even if she did, what could she do? You’ll be my wife. I’ll have every legal right to you.”

Knowing her, that so could only mean one thing, she wanted to disturb my peace of mind. “Tell me about your husband," She declared, her tone steady. My cheeks burnt with shyness at the mare thought of my husband. “He's perfect," I confessed thoughtlessly, my soft, and tender. “He is kind, generous, sexy, perfect body statute. He is like the Mafia bosses you see on television except nicer." “Oh! my type of man. Handsome and dangerous," She said and we both burst into laughter. “Tell me does he use that line ‘Money isn't the problem'"

“Yea go ahead and hit me again. That's what you're best at doing, hitting me like a coward.! I sneered. He smirked and dropped his hand. “On the contrary, I came here for something better off than you. “I want to have an open marriage. You can go fuck with whoever you are fucking with and I'll do mine.” He said. “What.? I asked in almost a whisper, hoping what I've been hearing is not true. Yea Jason has been fucking around, bringing his mistresses, but he always apologized. That's all that have kept me going. “Yes, i know you've wanted this for so long. To be free to fuck around. You supposed to be greatful for this opportunity.” He sneered.

At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool. At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden. The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away. Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him. But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond. At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room. By then, Silas was already gone. At the lavish funeral, I was devastated, fainting several times. The mourners murmured in sympathy

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

My secret wife. Debbie was perfect. Smart. Calculated. An ideal partner. She didn’t believe in love. Neither did I. Marriage, for us, was a strategy. Power. Expansion. And yet… My gaze returned to Natalie again. “Do you think they’ll get married?” Debbie asked casually. I didn’t reply. I just watched, the entire time. I couldn’t stop. Did she love him? Was he the one she wanted? The one she whispered about? The thought made something twist inside my chest. Unfamiliar. Unwelcome.

Her marriage had been arranged from the beginning, and there had been no happiness in it at all—only suffering. “Yes, Grandma. Allisya was pregnant. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all about it. I just wanted to wait for the right time,” Aris explained honestly. “What if your mother finds out that you’ve been lying all this time? Aris, don’t play games with us,” Risa said sharply. The way Aris had hidden himself and kept Allisya’s pregnancy a secret was already difficult enough to understand. And now that everything had finally come to light, all they had received was another piece of terrible news.

He walk away from me like I wasn't his wife. However, he is right. We might be married but he would never love me. For him, what we did was just a ordinary s*x and not making love at all. For him, I wasn't special at all. But for him, I am willing to risk it all. Matthew won't never love me. He can't show me to the world and proudly says that I'm his wife. Cause I am Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the billionaire's secret wife.

Amanda appeared anxious, occasionally glancing inside Athalia's house, searching for Ricky's presence. "No problem, Amanda. But it's unusual for you and Cakra to come together," Athalia responded, surprised because Amanda usually came alone, even if driven by a chauffeur or Cakra. Athalia knew that Amanda had always been affectionate towards Cakra; even after having two children, her attitude hadn't changed. Athalia often felt a hint of envy. On the other hand, Henry, Amanda's husband, always seemed composed and distant – a man of few words, certainly not romantic. However, beneath his stoic demeanor, Athalia could sense his deep love and care for his family.