What My Husband Doesn't Know Novels & Stories

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

"Isn't it perfectly normal for him not to know?" Hearing this, Henry felt his worldview had been completely shattered. He was utterly speechless. A married couple where the wife is pregnant but the husband doesn't know—and she's even afraid he'll find out—yet she claims this is perfectly normal? Henry instantly felt this young assistant had some serious issues with her values.

It’s like a balancing act these days, trying to pretend not to know what’s going on while trying to figure out how much they know about our involvement. My husband, who knows me better than anyone, hasn’t let on even by a little bit. He claims we were here to see the couple in concert, which is about the lamest excuse he could’ve come up with. First of all, being crushed by a crowd of sweaty strangers at a concert for two people I barely know is not my idea of fun, and I’m almost certain he has no idea who they are.

“We would need your wife's details." He swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly, not because he'd forgotten how to use a pen, but because he didn't have his wife's number by heart. Valeria and the nurse stood each one beside him, watching and waiting. " Well, I…,” he stammered. He didn't know what excuse to give, and he didn't want to look like a terrible husband. The nurse seemed to be running out of patients. "I understand you're still in shock, maybe your assistant here can help you search for your wife's number in your phone.

My mind is swimming as I try to put it all together now. "Why didn't you tell me?" Nolan goes on, irritation lacing into his voice. "Why didn't you say anything about your ex-husband being him?" I feel like I'm standing on shaky ground. "I didn't know it would matter, Nolan. Leo and I… we don't talk anymore. I didn't think it was relevant anymore." Nolan runs his hand through his hair, he keeps on pacing back and forth, “Marie, it matters. You don't know about him, you don't know about everything he has done. I really can't take this in, Leo is your husband?”

he points out. My lips form into thin line because I don't know what to say anymore. He got me, everything was not a lie. It's just surprising that he notice all of it despite how busy he was yesterday. Well, he didn't went to his company but he stay on his office the whole day. He didn't even join me for lunch, he sleep late as well so I thought he doesn't notice my uneasiness. I guess, I underestimated my husband. "Something is bothering you and you're keeping it to yourself" he added a bit frowning when I keep my mouth close. "Why don't you share it to me, darling? I am your husband, maybe I can help you" he added.

“We’re still unsure of the exact thing he took. Was your husband battling with any health issues?” I nodded subtly, wiping the tears off my face. “Yeah. Emphysema.” “When was he diagnosed? And what has he been taking?” I remained silent. Guilt washed over me at the realization that I knew nothing about what he was battling with. And I hadn’t even bothered to find out after the first time Rosa informed me. “I… I’m not sure about anything.” I sounded ridiculous, of course. Who wouldn’t know the answers to those questions as the supposed wife of the man?

I asked, almost with a squeak. He hesitated, giving me a surprised, awkward chuckle. My question seemed to throw him off balance. I could sense the confusion in his thoughts. He might be thinking; how can a wife not know if her husband was in the same house with her? Didn’t you two sleep in this same room…wake up in the same bed? But I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t explain the complexity to him, and honestly, it wasn’t any of his business. “Before sending me to go bring your things via phone call, he did mention he won’t be around for sometime.”

I licked my lower and turn around before I advance my steps towards Vicenzo's office. Should I ask his permission before I leave? I blew a breath because frustration and ruffle my hair. Do I have to do this? I mean, yes he's my husband and I am his wife but all of these are new to us. I don't know the rules of married couple. Should I ask permission to him? But I remember he never told me about his whereabouts everytime he left the house. He never explained although it took him days before he go home. What the hell? Why am I bothering myself with this small thing? Our marriage our just some kind of a deal. I think, I don't need to act as a wife.

“How about you tell me more about yourself? You say you’re my husband but I don’t know anything about you.” “Is that so?” he asked right before taking a big gulp of vodka. He was going to get real drunk at this rate. “Yes, so tell me,” I urged him. He scoffed, “I don’t think there is a lot about me.” “I disagree, it sounds more like there is a lot you don’t want me to know about you,” I told him firmly. “How do you feel playing mystery man? You know a lot about me, you even know my step-father personally and I surely do wonder under what circumstances both of you met. But what do I know about you? Nothing.”