What My Husband Doesn't Know Novels & Stories

"If you were really my wife, then what is my favorite color?" I didn't answer immediately. I couldn't. A frustrating silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken tension. We had barely had time to know each other, not truly, not in the way a husband and wife should. I knew about his past, his present struggles, his burdens, but we hadn't talked about the small, intimate details that build a relationship, the trivial things that make a person unique.

I finally said, my hand curling into a tight fist as I stared up at him. I expected him to say something, anything, but he stood still, his eyes not leaving mine as he tilted his head slightly, his face blank. My chest tightened painfully as tears stung behind my eyes. "You can't let him know..." I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. He pulled his hand from his pocket and glanced at his wristwatch before looking back at me. "I dislike it when people waste my time." I took a step forward, my heartbeat drumming loudly in my ears as I voiced the words out before I could stop them. "You can't let my husband know we made love...please, you can't tell him." My throat dried up without wa

But I admit, I was also wrong because I didn't even inform him what my problem was before. He is my husband but he knows nothing of what I was going through and what I wanted to do then.

"You will be very surprised if I told you what your husband does for a living most of the time. I pity you women rushing to marriage trusting your husband without knowing what he does for a living. With all your certificates, you still do not have the common sense to know what your husband does even before you got married to him" "You don't know my husband more than I do. I am his wife. We know how we run our family. I know everything about my husband including his friends. You can't tell me otherwise. I know you're doing everything possible to make me believe that you have nothing to do with my husband and I'm very sure you are aware that he traveled since I now share him with you" "I don't

Age - The sudden awareness that I have no idea what Killian’s age was strikes me and I forget everything i have been thinking until now. How did I not know his age? When was his birthday? Could I be a good wife if I didn’t know my husband’s birthday?! OH DEAR GODS!!! I was thinking of being a good wife - what is happening to me?

I don't want to sell the company but that might be the best option because I know nothing about the company and I don't want to ruin everything he has worked so hard for over the years. "So tell me, how was the honeymoon? Don't bother leaving anything out girl, I want all the details." We both started laughing at her ridiculous statement. "Oh no, I don't think you want details." I said pointedly. "Okay that's fair, I don't need all the details but is he at least good in bed?" She asked nosily and I know I shouldn't discuss my husband with her but I know she won't rest until I tell her something, no matter how little it is.

It wasn’t entirely foolproof, but surely, they couldn’t be that unlucky… could they? There was one thing that left her anxious: the matter of planning. Pablo hadn’t brought it up, and she was afraid to ask for some reason. She didn’t know if what had happened that night would become a regular part of their marriage—like it should—or if it was just a one-time release that wouldn’t happen again. Insecurity and sadness wrapped around her once more. Since when had she become a fearful, uncertain woman? How was it possible that she saw intimacy with her husband as something unattainable? Would it be a mistake to talk to him about it? Should she?

He finished as she sighed. "Yeah, sure" she said, understanding his plight. He had actually looked like a fool in front of Lucas and if she did not give him enough information next time, it would keep going on, and sooner or later than expected, he would be exposed as an imposter. But she, too, was limited to some knowledge. There are some things about her husband's relationship that she knew nothing about. But with the little knowledge she had, she was going to make great use of it.

He says with a smile as I'm a kid and his smile can convince me. I shake my head. I don't wanna disturb him. I've no knowledge about his work. I'm not bothered to ask him anything. He'll come tomorrow before dinner. I'm aware of two things about my husband, he's unpredictable and he keeps his promises. I smile, I know the sea sight isn't the reason behind it.

The sound grates on my nerves, and my glare quickly shuts them up. "Wait, you’re actually serious?" Benson asks, his voice incredulous, as he realizes I’m not joining in. "What the fuck, man? What do you mean you’re married, and we don’t know? Heck, the press doesn’t know! The whole of San Diego would’ve gone crazy, man." "My wife doesn’t want anyone to know yet," I reply, my tone even, though I feel the heat creeping up my neck. They both look at me like I’ve grown a second head, skepticism written all over their faces.