What My Husband Doesn't Know 소설 & 이야기

"You're busy. So I thought about going out for a walk or perhaps a drive with Tom. I shouldn't do that to him. But I was so furious at him. We're family and he should tell me. I mean, you're my husband. I should know everything about you." "Not everything," He traced his thumb on my jawline. I was aware of my heartbeat, and began to run, "Yeah, you always do this." I said. "Do what?" He smirked, resting his head back, looking at me from under his hooded eyes. "Hide things. Particularly, when you're on a secret mission. You just disappeared. No call, no message." "Do I?" He considered it for a second. He shook his head. He didn't remember anything.

“What, you think I’m cheating on you?” I raised an eyebrow. “Should I?” She rolled her eyes. “Please. If I were cheating, you’d already be dead.” That wasn’t exactly comforting, but I chuckled anyway. She took another sip of whiskey, then sighed, rubbing her temple. “You always want to know everything, don’t you?” “I’m your husband,” I reminded her. “I have the right to know what’s going on in your life.” She hesitated. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she muttered, “Some things are better left unknown.”

“She needs to get a job or a career or something. I’m fine paying for her to go to college, but she’s just not interested in anything.” “Did she graduate from high school?” “I don’t know. I assume so.” “You don’t know? You guys are married. How do you not know something so basic about her past? You’ve been married for two years now.” “I don’t know. I just don’t.” He reached for the beer and chugged half of it down.

"It's not nice now, is it? That's what happens when you think it's okay to be with someone else's husband." "I know and I'm sorry. I truly am. At first, I did not know he had a wife. I met him when he came to the insurance company to pay for something. I was the cashier. He asked me for my phone number and I gave it to him. We went on a few dates and eventually hit it off. Around 4 months into dating I found out he had a wife. I confronted him about it and he said that you guys were going to get a divorce soon because your relationship wasn't working out. He said that you barely stayed at the house and that you had other men in your life so us being together wouldn't be a bother."

That was the word that came to mind. But in reality, it was only a dream. I was married. And Harl was a secret that wouldn’t make it to light. I didn’t even know if he wanted to have kids. Even if he did, it wouldn’t change anything. Would it?

“I brought over the pots and pans my mom gave you. He walked over and gently held my hand. “I know you’re not a good cook. That’s okay. From now on, we can cook together, alright?” There was a gentle look in his eyes that I did not see often. He had said the same thing in our past life, but after we got married, things changed. He would often say he was too busy to come home and eat. His parents yelled at me for being a bad cook and not acting like a proper wife. When he found out, he did not really care. He just told me to study more and not make them mad. Later, I learned that he was doing all the cooking and housework at another house.

he said “No, my wife doesn't know about this” I responded “Oh, she doesn't know. What! She doesn't know?” He asked surprised

I need to go home. He freezes as soon as I finish my sentence. - And where do you want to go? - But... to my house. - Where is your house? I don't respond. - Do you want to go find your husband? I don't respond. - Why aren't you talking? Are you going to forgive him? - I don’t know. - Are you legally married? - No. - Then leave him. - Excuse me? - You understood me perfectly; what are you going to do with a husband who puts his dick everywhere? You don’t even know what disease he has already given you? I shouldn't have taken off the condom; I don't know what disease I just contracted by sleeping with you.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.