Never Want to See You Again, Husband Novel – On the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband’s friend leaned toward him with a grin and asked in French, “How does your little assistant taste?” My husband, ever the considerate man in public, handed me a slice of my favorite cantaloupe before replying just as casually in the same language, “Very young. Very tender.” “Remember to keep this a secret from my wife. If she ever found out, she’d surely leave me.” The group erupted in laughter, each of them swearing they’d keep his secret.
I stood there, my fingers tightening so hard around the wine glass that my knuckles turned white. They didn’t know—I understood French perfectly. And I had already long known about my husband’s mistress. But I never confronted him, never shed tears or created a scene. Instead, I quietly submitted an application to the country’s secluded research institute. In three days, I would do exactly as he wished—disappear from his life forever. —— From the corner of his eye, Logan noticed that I hadn’t touched the cantaloupe.
Concern flickered across his gaze as he asked me in English, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Looking at the man who appeared to have only me in his heart, I felt nothing but irony. Moments ago he had been laughing about his mistress, and now he could look at me with such devoted affection, as if I were his entire world.
I couldn’t help but wonder—just how far his lies could go? “Nothing much,” I answered lightly. “What were you talking about just now?” Logan pinched my cheek with practiced tenderness, smiling indulgently.