Novel & Cerita What My Husband Doesn't Know

I shrug. "But it's going too personal, right? You're leaving this job because your husband is the one to take things personally. That's why you're here just like a typical submissive wife obeying her husband" I feel a flesh of irritation and suck my breath. "You know nothing about us, Adrian. Don't you think you should keep your mouth shut about something you don't know? What do you know about him? Do you know what he has been doing for me? You're no fucking one to judge how my husband treats me. I don't allow anyone to pass fucking judgement on my marriage"

Chances are, he already knew but didn’t say anything because he found the thought of this poor woman jumping up in the middle of the ceremony to object hilarious, and wanted to see a rabid wolf eat my pancreas for being a home-wrecker in front of the upper crust of Vampyre society. “—never heard of anything like it.” I halt abruptly, because— My husband. My husband is here, at the bottom of the stairs.

that means he doesn't want anyone to know that I'm his wife. “Yes," I mumble a reply. I feel bad saying that but that's what my husband wants. He might get angry if he finds out that I told someone that I'm his wife. He's a musician and a lot of people from this city know him, so I am sure he won't introduce a nobody like me as his wife. If I am a model as Annabelle, maybe he would. With the thought of this, I glance over to where he's seated with Anabelle, surprisingly his eyes are still staring in my direction. I wonder why it is so. I look back at him but he's no longer looking in my direction. Guess I was mistaken.

He asks for the address, and I give it to him. “I’ll look into it,” he tells me. “In the meantime, are you sure you’re safe at home?” “What is that supposed to mean?” I remember the question he asked on my voice mail: How much do you really know about your husband? That wolfish smile again. “Sometimes the people we know least of all are sleeping in our beds. “You must be thinking about your wife,” I snap. “What does she know about you? Not much, I bet.” He doesn’t like that-too close to center. His face takes on that dark expression, the one that frightens me. He starts the engine of his car. “I’ll be in touch.”

Guilt and regret hit me as I grappled with the profound realization that I had been ignorant of such fundamental aspects of my wife's life. "I never really asked her about her family. I guess that's why she didn't tell me," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and self-reproach. "What kind of a husband have I been all these years not to know anything about my wife?" I lamented, my heart heavy with the weight of my oversight.

"How do you know I'm having problems with my husband?" How could I tell her I knew everything? Instead I said, "It's you, Violet. You don't talk about him, you rarely mention him, he's never showed up or picked you. Not even once." I turned my face slightly away so she wouldn't see how it hurt me to talk about the man who doesn't deserve her. "He's not over his late wife, is he?" I watched an embarrassed blush creep into her face. Her hand twitched at the sides like she didn't know what to do with my question.

“Yes, she's my husband's sister. Is she okay?” So that's what he told her? Poor woman. I didn't want to break her heart but now, I knew I was getting closer and closer to my goal. “Do you have a picture of your husband?” Her smile fell. “No. For some reason, he doesn't want pictures..he says he doesn't like them and they make him uncomfortable. So we don't have any. Even for our wedding.” Shit. That was a stump in the field. “What is his name and what does he do?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been married for years. There are certain things your husband never needs to know about. Things like what you’re buying, where you’re shopping, how much money you have squirreled away--and which hot guy is having dreams about you.” I tipped my head at her and said, “You do realize almost every single thing you just mentioned has to do with shopping, right? That’s a lot different than what we’re talking about.” “Not if the outcome has the same effect--making Ben mad for no good reason. What good can possibly come from telling him?”

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

She decided to cook his favourite food but it was after donning herself in an apron that she realized that she doesn't even know his favorite food and not just that, she doesn't know his favorite color, she doesn't know his favorite drink, she doesn't know his favorite movie nor song, she practically doesn't know anything about him. She stood holding a spatula as her mind ran wild, what does she know about her husband? Absolutely nothing. Sasha couldn't believe herself, how can she not know a thing about her husband? If they are to go for an interview now, there is not a single thing she can say about him, she wanted to beat herself before she remembered, he also doesn't know a thing about h