Romans & histoires The Wife And Her Secret

he repeated calmly. The silence that followed was deafening, then the whispers started. At first they were quiet. Then they grew louder. "Oh my God..." "Did he just say wife?" "The mute secretary is his wife?" "Since when?" "Why would he hide her all these years?" Several guests were openly staring now. Even the reporters looked excited. Phones were already being pulled out. Cameras were quietly turning in our direction. Cassia's face was slowly losing color. Mrs. Vale looked completely blindsided.

“You left me yesterday in my own blood. You didn’t even care that I was dying. So tell me—what’s the benefit of staying in this marriage?” “You’re taking things too seriously. Don’t twist what happened—” “Really? I’m twisting things?” My voice rose. “Wow. Julian, we lost a child. My child. Our child. And you don’t even look bothered.” “Keep your voice down.” His eyes darted toward the door. “Why? You don’t want them to know about your secret wife, huh?” “Aria.” His voice was a warning now. “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Sucking in a breath, she left the spare room and went to meet her husband. ~~~ "Come in." Ronan called out when there was a knock at his door, and in strode his wife, and the woman he detested the most. She kept her eyes on him but didn't sit down. The office was an organized one, that showed the taste of the owner. It was her husband's office, and she was his secretary, but she had always felt out of place in it. He looked at her like she was scum, as though he had not just ravaged every part of her body. But she would not cry, not again.

“You know… I’m a simple woman, Adrian.” Shit. My stomach dropped for a bit. This sounded way too familiar. This didn’t sound right… “A secret for a favor,” she echoed back at me in the same manner I did just minutes ago. “Then, we can talk.” I nearly laughed, shaking my head, my eyes on our home appearing right at the corner. My wife was going to be the death of me. This was coming from a man who sold arms and ammunitions to very dangerous people.

“He usually won't need to ask me where his wife is on his own set.” The word 'wife' landed between them like a slash of a knife—sharp, deliberate, and heavy with the knowledge of the secret that must never be discussed in public. Contract marriage. Mutual protection. Mutual performance. And lately, mutual strain that had begun showing in the small things: Lucian arriving unannounced, Serena avoiding eye contact during producer walk-throughs, and in his own admittance, the way Lucian now routed questions about her by himself instead of his own assistant.

He had been respecting her wishes while dying from her absence. And she had not even told him about the baby. Had kept that massive secret. Had been planning to keep it even longer if this had not happened. What kind of person did that? What kind of wife kept something so important from her husband? The bet had not ruined them. She could see that so clearly now. The bet was just an excuse. A convenient reason to run. A justification for her fear. She was the one ruining them now. She was the one destroying their marriage. Not Grayson. Not the Volkovs. Her.

“Found it. Uhmm…ma’am. Perhaps, is this the Monalisa you are talking about? “Yes. That’s my daughter” “Daughter? So you are her biological mother? Wow! Lovely. This will be so much fun” “Do you know her? “Yes. I’m a friend of hers and her husband’s secretary” “Husband! She almost lost her balance but Cynthia was fast enough to catch her hand. “Husband? Monalisa is married? “Oh yes. She is married, though it is a secret. No one knows she is married and no one knows that her husband is married to her”

Biting her lip, she decided that it might not be so bad if a third party knew the truth. “Listen, I know what I’m about to say will sound unrealistic, but it’s true,” Jessica began. “The man you saw earlier is… my husband.” Rachael stared blankly at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, really? Then I must be his sister,” she said, laughing. Her amusement faded when she noticed the serious expression on Jessica’s face. “You’re joking, right?” she asked hesitantly. Jessica sighed again. “It’s a secret marriage. Nobody knows except his family and now you.”

"Pak Ares will let you know when it's the right time." Feby clicked her tongue. "You're just his lackey, don't boss me around!" "I know my place. I hope you realize it too, Feb. You’re just his mistress." "Shut your mouth, Angga! I'm his wife," Feby retorted, not accepting it. "Even though... the second wife." Angga smirked. "Oh really? You can only be called a second wife if the first wife knows. Meanwhile, you? Your status is kept secret. In other words, you’re just a kept woman."

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.