What My Husband Doesn't Know Novels & Stories

“I might have something to talk to you about. And I have no idea how it would turn out to be on your end. I'm so sorry, Aegon. I don't think we should talk—” “No, Sage,” he cut me short, sitting up. “Tell me what the matter is. What is wrong?” I now looked around the room as though it wasn't just the both of us in it. “There's something you should know about me, Aegon. I didn't say it initially because I thought at some point that it didn't matter. But it does, especially when I think about it and you, who is my husband, is supposed to know almost everything about me.”

It never did. “How long?” I asked, folding my arms tight across my chest. “How long have you known?” “Does it matter?” A humorless laugh escaped me. “Does it matter?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Does it matter that my husband is sterile and never thought I deserved to know?” I shoved him hard, wanting space from his suffocating presence, but he didn’t budge. He never budged. “Kira, I—” “No,” I cut him off, heat burning behind my eyes. “Does it matter that you knew how much this meant to me and you still let me sit there hoping, planning, thinking it was just bad timing?” I shoved him harder this time, but the brick wall didn’t move.

I leaned closer and teased him. “Did you hear me tell you that it isn't any of your business." He shunned me. “I’m your wife, I have every right to know.” I said, holding up my finger for him to see the ring that sat on my ring finger. “So… what other important information do I have to know about my husband?” I scratched my forehead, trying not to forget any other vital information. “Over to you, what’s your favorite meal?” He interrupted my thoughts. “That would be…”

My breasts pressed flat against the solid, chiseled planes of his bare chest. The friction of our bodies under the running water made my breath hitch. “So… what did he want?” He ran a finger down my face, pushing the wet hair back. “What did who want?” I frowned. “You know,” he shrugged. “You mean.. why did my husband call me?” There was a pause and then he nodded. I shook my head.. “I don't know.. because he's my husband? You shouldn't have a problem with that. Hmm? I mean it's his duty, I guess.”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I said, blushing furiously. “ It's true. He's your husband, you are his wife.” “ And that's it. He didn't even look up at me once. He was just scribbling away, like I wasn't there. I didn't tell him how I feel because…I don't know how I feel, and I don't know how he feels, so what's the point of confessing something that's not mutual.” I said, as I got into the bathtub she prepared for me.

she continued, curious about Reya's husband. Reya chuckled softly, apparently, there are still people who don't know her husband. Not everyone in this world has to know her husband or know her husband who is the son of a famous billionaire couple. Honestly, there is a small part in her heart when her husband is not known by his neighbors.

he said. Husband well I had totally forgotten about the whole wedding and all that had happened to me and as per my calculation it has been few months now and I have no idea where this is going. He has stated that for the first time. He called himself my Husband I must admit that this is the only thing that can make me truly emotional. “So, why did you call me” He asked.

“I swear, Julie. This wasn’t part of the plan.” “You’re lying,” she snaps. “You’ve been grinning all through the meeting. I saw you. You were enjoying yourself!” “That’s my way of holding myself together. What else was I supposed to do? Break down and cry in front of your husband?” “Maybe don’t look like a cat with stolen treats?” she says. “How the hell did this happen, Luke?” “I didn’t know,” I say, enunciating each word. “I had no clue Ryan was your husband. Julie, if I had known, I would’ve handled things differently.”

he said successfully giving me an anxiety attack. How do I tell him that he wasn’t home and hasn’t been in a while and why didn’t my wonderful husband tell me about this? “I am sorry but he didn’t tell me.” I said politely hoping he leaves. “Well. Since I know you are his mysterious bride, I’m sorry but I would be bragging about it to the guys and they would want to be here to eat your food. So, this is a fair warning. I will leave for now but expect us in the evening. We will be here in our numbers.” He said that and made his way to go.