My Secret Husband

I Married My boss In Secret "Monica, I asked you to deliver documents to the boss, but why is your lipstick gone?" The team leader yelled at me, "Have you been having a snack again? If you don't want to do this job, quit!" Just as I was stammering and didn't know how to defend myself, the boss suddenly appeared in the doorway. He looked at the team leader indifferently and said calmly, "I ate the snacks. Do you have a problem with that?" 1 I had a crush on Tristan for a very long time. From high school to college, I followed in his footsteps and traveled across most of Hesnionia.

Despite all my efforts, our relationship never progressed. So I decided to return to my hometown.

But fate played a trick on me. Tristan became the boss of our company.

I had thought that my chance had come, but then I found out that he had a four-year-old child. "The new boss is really handsome!" "With a boss like that, I'm willing to work overtime every day." "Sadly, I heard that he is divorced and has a child." Tristan's arrival made the girls in the office very excited, and they gossiped about him in private.

Every time I heard this kind of gossip, my heart was in pain.

In those years, he went through marriage, divorce, and the birth of a child. He lived a very fulfilled life.

And I secretly loved him for many years.

This time, I finally decided to let go.

2 Over the weekend, my family arranged for me to go on a blind date.

But when I saw him sitting across from me, I couldn't believe my eyes.

He looked at me and asked me straight out, "Do you want to marry me?"

I was shocked. "Why me?" I asked in disbelief.

Was I more attractive than those Internet celebrities waiting for him downstairs every day? "You give off an approachable vibe, the kind of person many people would like to spend time with," he replied so matter-of-factly. After hearing his praise for me, I was speechless for a moment. I just felt a little disappointed.

"$200, 000 dollars," he said with a pause, his tone firm. "I will give you $200, 000 dollars a year. We can sign a prenuptial agreement, and after we get married, I won't interfere with your freedom." I froze. "What makes you think that giving me $200, 000 dollars......" Before I could finish, the sound of a PayPal payment notification rang in my ears.

I felt insulted.

In theory, I should have returned the money and given him a slap in the face.

But the reality was harsh. I was already 27 years old, and I understood the difficulties of life.

If I had to choose between him and his money, I'd rather choose his money.

Besides, I really needed the money right now. So I gritted my teeth and said quietly, "OK."

3 He and I got married right away.

The marriage ceremony and the issuance of our marriage certificate took less than an hour.

As soon as we had become legal spouses, he gave me an agreement to sign.

The content of the agreement took me by surprise. All I had to do was to pick up his child from kindergarten every day and to play the role of a competent stepmother.

However, there was one important condition. "You will not be allowed to disclose our relationship to the outside world, especially not at work."

It dawned on me that all he wanted was a nanny to take care of his child for him.

A nanny's salary of $200, 000 dollars per year was a bit low, to be honest. But when I thought about the opportunity to live with this handsome man, I reluctantly accepted the offer.

But on the first day of our marriage, he had to fly out of town to work.

"I have a villa in the Eastern Suburbs and one in the Western Hills," he told me indifferently from the back seat of his car. "You can choose which one you want to live in." "Are you giving me a villa?" I asked in surprise.

After all, I'd never seen a real villa before.

I couldn't help but wonder if the fees for the property management were high. I was worried I would not be able to afford the property fees.

He turned his head and gave me a look, "It's just for you to live in." "Oh, I see," I quickly replied in an attempt to ease my embarrassment.

It was just for me to live in. "Western Hills. I like to stand in front of the floor to ceiling windows and take in the beautiful sunset."

He looked at me. But he didn't say anything. Did he not want to give me this villa? So I whispered, "Then... then the villa in the eastern suburbs is fine."

The driver couldn't help but interject, "Western Hills is the name of a place, not where the sun sets. You can see the sunset from a villa in the eastern suburbs." I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

I didn't want to talk anymore.

"Western Hills. It's closer to the company." He handed me a set of keys.

"When will you be back?" I tried to change the subject and talk about something else so I would not feel so awkward.

After I said that, I regretted it. After all, our marriage was only for convenience, and we would have no interference with each other's freedom. He calmly replied, "In a week."

Seeing that I was silent, he sighed lightly, "You don't have to wait for me." "Oh, I understand," I replied again. But his eyes seemed to be asking me a question, "Do you really understand?" He added, "Just go about your own business and don't waste your time on me."

I was taken aback by what he said. A rage rose in my heart.

I really didn't think he had to say that.

"What makes him think that divorced men like him are still popular?" I angrily thought.

4 I felt a little uneasy because this was the first time I went to the kindergarten to pick up the child. "Mathew, your mom is here," the teacher who knew I was Monica looked at me carefully.

A small boy with a cute school bag stood in front of me at that moment. "She's not my mother," he said in a calm tone as he looked at me. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

I tried to take his hand, but he gently shook it off. "He's probably not used to me picking him up," I said. I forced a smile to ease the awkwardness.

"Well, I understand. Look, Mathew looks so much like you. How could you not be his mother?" The teacher comforted me with a smile on her face.

He looked like me? I couldn't help but feel a sudden shock. "Kyson, you are a liar! Mathew has a mother. Why did you say he didn't?" A little girl said to a little chubby boy and pointed at us while pulling him along. The little fat boy looked at me curiously, then lowered his head, blushing and whispered, "My mother told me that she is his stepmother." I stood still for a moment and looked down at Mathew. His little face was all taut, and he continued to walk with his head bowed. We got into the car. "Mathew, are you feeling too hot? Should I turn down the air conditioning a little?" I asked him patiently. "I hate you," he replied bluntly, leaving me speechless.

All right, then.

After the car stopped, Mathew went to the supermarket and bought a lot of toys and snacks, so much that no other child could keep up with him for a whole semester.

The driver told me that this was what he did all the time.

I sighed and thought to myself, "he is not my biological child and none of this is any of my business."

As night fell, Tristan was not at home. I called him to tell him that I had picked up the child. "Why was he angry?" He suddenly asked after hearing my report. "I'm not sure. Maybe it's because the teacher said he looks like me, and he doesn't think I'm good-looking?" I guessed. Every time I looked in the rear view mirror, I could see Mathew looking at me, or rather, he was staring at me. "You're good-looking," Tristan said after a moment of silence on the other end of the line, "Don't take it personally." I was good looking?

My heart rippled at his words.

5 My first attempt to pick up Mathew from kindergarten ended in failure.

The next attempts were no better.

However, I remained optimistic, and no matter what Mathew said, I kept smiling and responding to him. After all, my goal was simply to get him home safely.

There was no need to argue with a child.

On the weekend, my co-worker Tatiana and I were out shopping.

I took the opportunity to buy my mother some loose-fitting T-shirts so she could change when she was in the hospital.

A black Bentley was parked in the mall's underground garage, opposite the elevator entrance.

The black Bentley caught my attention because it resembled Tristan's car. The next moment I was surprised to find him in the car! I also saw through the half-open window that a girl was inside.

This scene made me feel a mix of emotions in my heart. Tatiana noticed it too, and she touched my arm and whispered, "Boss!" We both couldn't help but peek.

"What else do you want?" Inside the car, Tristan's voice was slightly dry and cold. His eyebrows furrowed.

The girl said, "I don't want bags or necklaces, I just want you." She wrapped her arms tightly around Tristan's neck.

Just as we were impressed by the passionate and unrestrained nature of the young girl, Tristan replied coldly, "I'm sorry."

"Why? Don't you like me at all?" the girl asked him angrily.

He bluntly said, "I don't like girls who don't listen to me." He then pushed her away and gestured for her to get out.

"I can be obedient," the girl anxiously said. She even tried to hug and kiss him.

All of a sudden Tristan looked up and saw me.

I was unable to hide in time. At that moment I was so embarrassed that I even held my breath.

He stared at me for a few seconds, his expression complex and hard to read. Then he looked away and said coldly to the girl, "Delete my contact information. Don't humiliate yourself." His face suddenly grew dark. No girl could stand that. The girl was seen to get off the car with her handbag in her hands and left in tears.

Tatiana and I hurriedly pushed the elevator button to close the door. As the elevator door closed, I saw him still sitting in the car, looking at me.

I couldn't read the emotions in his eyes. It seemed as if he had an urge to explain, but also as if he didn't care about it.

I rather believed the latter. "Monica, the girl who was just sitting in the boss's car seems to be a famous Internet celebrity on the TikTok. She has an incredible 10 million followers. I really like her." Tatiana excitedly showed me the Internet celebrity on TikTok. "She is quite pretty," I had a look at her screen and had to admit that Tristan really had good taste. "I used to admire her so much. But I never expected her to be so humble in front of our boss. It's really disappointing." I chuckled.

"It's really good to be rich." "So is our future boss's wife going to be this Internet celebrity? Will she come to the company every day looking for our boss?" "Maybe, it's really possible." I stammered.

I recited the agreement in my head, reminding myself to keep the marriage secret. Tatiana took me to the second floor and said as she went, "These days, Internet celebrities all want to marry rich men. I never thought our boss, so rich, handsome and charismatic, would like an Internet celebrity." She continued, "In fact, this Internet celebrity will be very lucky to marry our boss, even if she will become a stepmother."

"Yeah, you're right." I could only nod in agreement. She then asked me, "Are you still single? Let my mother introduce you to a good man." She paused for a moment and then added, "Ordinary people like us can't hope to marry a man like our boss. We'll be lucky if we can find a man with a steady job and a good temperament." "You're right." As soon as I finished talking, my phone rang.

The caller ID said, "Become Rich Overnight." It was Tristan.

"Who is calling?" Tatiana saw the caller ID and asked me with a smile. I told her, "It's my cousin," and then walked away to answer the phone. "What time will you be going home?" His voice was still so deep and pleasant, and my heart beat faster.

"Five o'clock." I heard him click his lighter on the other end of the phone. Then he asked me, "Can you take a cab home by yourself? I have to drop someone off." Even though it was a question, it sounded like he had already made up his mind. "Well, go ahead." I could have just said yes, but for some reason I had to add that sentence.

After I said it, I felt like a jealous woman and was surprised by my own jealousy.

He paused again as if to explain, "I'm having a party tonight on Seaside Road." I said, "I see." What kind of party was it? It was just a date with that Internet celebrity or some other woman.

I felt sad and disappointed.

Then I thought, "Tristan and I are just in a marriage of convenience, so why should I be jealous?"

"Okay." He then hung up without saying anything. Immediately after that, there was a "ding" sound. $20, 000 dollars had been transferred to my PayPal account.

I looked at the number and thought about it for a while.

Only then did I understand what he meant by saying he liked someone who was obedient.

Being obedient meant turning a blind eye and letting him see other women, and not crying or making a scene, but just accepting the money and being his nominal wife.

If I had known that being obedient could make him so generous, I would have pretended to be obedient all the time.

6 A few days later, I took a leave of absence and went to the shanty town in North District.

I walked into a dilapidated red brick building and saw several empty beer bottles on the floor as soon as I entered. "You're drinking again?" I was feeling pretty blocked up inside, and when I saw her like this, I could only let out a sigh. "You've got some nerve. Mind your own business." My mother casually threw a beer bottle at me, which hit my forehead, causing pain.

Enduring the pain, I picked up the beer bottle and pulled her up from the bed. "Have you had enough? let's go to the hospital." Every May my mother started drinking and I knew she missed my sister again.

"I don't go to the hospital. I can't afford the medical bills." My mother pushed me away. She went to the bathroom to wash her face.

I called a taxi, forced her into the car and took her to the hospital.

When she saw the bill, she tried to throw it away and leave. "I have money." I showed her my phone, which clearly showed how much money was left in my bank account. "Did you sell yourself?" She looked at it and her face changed immediately.

I marveled at her loud voice, and everyone in the ward looked at me strangely. I took a deep breath and said, "Couldn't I have earned it?" She looked at me in disbelief. "It is too expensive to see a doctor. I'm still healthy, I won't die that easily." I felt extremely embarrassed.

But I knew why she was like that.

It was because she was poor and couldn't afford to see a doctor.

She also wanted to have a good life, but life never let her have what she wanted. "Tell me all about it after your surgery." I ignored her and completed the hospital admission procedures myself.

After her examination, the operation was scheduled for 8 pm.

Once everything was settled, she stopped fussing.

"You are already 27, find a good man and get married. I'm tired of taking care of you," she said suddenly before entering the operating room.

Her tone was especially heavy, and it sounded like she was saying goodbye forever. "Don't even think about it!" I was so angry. "Why are you being so disobedient?" my mother was angry. "If you're angry, wait until after the operation to argue with me," I replied.

As I sat outside the operating room, my heart was in turmoil.

It was my grandmother who arranged a blind date for me with Tristan. She said that Tristan was the grandson of my grandfather's army buddy.

But what she didn't know was that Tristan's family owned a company and was super rich. He probably agreed to the blind date out of courtesy.

I didn't want to tell my mother about my sudden marriage to him. I knew exactly what she would do. I remembered what my mother had said before the operation. "You have an elder sister, Florrie, in another country. If I'm not around anymore, go see her. I've had her photos and address on my Whatsapp." When I saw my sister's photos for the first time, I was really surprised. She was pretty. She was wearing Gucci and carrying a Chanel bag in the photo. I thought my dad whom I had never met was super rich.

My grandmother had told me that after my parents got divorced, my sister went with my dad and I went with my mom.

My mother was especially selfish. She worried that I would be ungrateful, and was always afraid that when I grew up, I would leave her and go to my father.

Since I was young, she kept telling me that I had no father.

"Why do other people have fathers and I don't?"

"Your father is dead. Monica, if you don't want to live with me, just leave!" I gave in every time I saw her shaking with rage. "He's dead, so what's the point of being angry at a dead man?" I comforted her.

7 She had heart bypass surgery, which took much longer than I expected.

I was waiting outside the operating room and it felt like an eternity.

After about an hour, a doctor told me to go inside. The doctor told me that after the catheter was inserted, it was found that two arteries in her heart were 90% blocked, and he asked me to choose which surgical plan to go with. The doctor said, "Both of these plans have their benefits, but the price difference is quite substantial. Are you the only family member here?" I said, "Yes." I didn't really understand what the doctor was saying. I just saw my mother lying on the operating table, and I felt so bad that I told the doctor, "Use the most expensive surgical materials." Without thinking much, I signed to agree to the surgical plan.

When I signed, my hands were so sweaty that I could hardly write my name.

After I signed, I walked out feeling unsteady, as if I were in a fog.

It was the first time I had made such a big decision.

I always thought I was pretty independent and didn't need to rely on others.

But when I signed the consent form today, I realized how scary loneliness was. It felt like it was swallowing my will, and I felt so helpless. "What if she really dies?" I didn't dare think any further.

My mother actually had a pretty bad temper. She smoked, drank, played card games, and did everything.

Whenever she got angry, she beat me, yelled at me, and told me to go away.

But where should I go?

Although she often didn't act like a mother, she would still carry me to the clinic in the middle of the night when I was sick with a high fever. The doctor at the clinic said he was off and would not see any more patients. But she could just stand in the doorway and beg the doctor until he agreed to see me.

When I was bullied at school, she would go and find the father of that kid and confront him.

As long as she was there, no one had the guts to bully me at school, even though I didn't have a father.

She had a hard time herself, but she raised me anyway.

So I would never leave her.

I would stay with her forever.

I just sat there, lost in thought. After a while, I realized that I was crying, and tears were running down my hands.

I quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

As I went around a corner, I saw two people passing by.

8 "You were only dating for a couple of days, yet you dumped that girl again and blacklisted her. You're so heartless," a doctor said with a smile, wearing the white coat. "Humph!" The man in the suit snorted and said nothing. "Everyone is guessing who your next Internet celebrity girlfriend will be. You change girlfriends so fast. What are you really looking for, Mr. Harris?" "I'm tired of it," the man said indifferently.

I trembled when I heard that familiar voice. Tristan! I froze, unable to move.

Why was he in the hospital? I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but they were walking fast and I couldn't hide, so I was in a dilemma. "You are tired of it." The doctor was surprised. "Are you going to turn over a new leaf, Mr. Harris?"

Tristan didn't answer, just smiled and continued, "My family has arranged a blind date for me."

"A blind date?" The doctor was even more excited, "You're actually going on a blind date?" Before I could hear what Tristan was saying, he was standing in front of me.

I stood there looking up at him, and I caught him looking back at me. Suddenly I felt a little overwhelmed.

The doctor also realized that something was wrong between us, so he stopped and asked, "You two know each other?"

"Hello, boss," I said, taking the lead.

"Oh, she's your employee." Tristan didn't answer the doctor. He just looked at me and then at the operating room at the end of the corridor behind me. "Why are you here?" "Someone I know is having an operation," I subconsciously didn't want to tell him that the person having the operation was my mother. He looked at the door to the room behind me and frowned slightly. "Are you alone?" "Yes." Then I remembered that I had to go to the bathroom and I had to hurry. I had to go back outside the operating room and wait. "I need to go over there. I'll go first." "Okay." I ran to the bathroom.

Behind me, I heard the doctor talking to him again, as if meeting me was just a trivial incident.

"We're going to the alumni party tonight. You have to help me. I can't drink and I have to work tomorrow." After that, I couldn't hear them talking.

When I came out of the bathroom, there was no one in the hallway, so I hurried back outside the operating room to wait.

Thinking back to their conversation, I still felt a little down.

Even his classmates knew he was a playboy. So my marriage to him was really just a piece of paper.

What could I hope for?

After waiting a while, my mother was wheeled out of the operating room.

Her surgery went well, and my mood finally improved.

In the evening, I bought her some food and fed her. She didn't scold me much because of the pain.

After she fell asleep, I hired a nursing assistant to take care of her. I still had to go to work, so I couldn't stay at the hospital all the time.

When I paid the hospital bill, I thought of Tristan again.

Thanks to him, I was able to pay for my mother's medical expenses.

I smiled bitterly.

9 I was about to take the elevator down when my phone rang. It was Tristan calling. "Have you left yet?" I didn't understand why he was asking. Was he still in the hospital? "Well, I'm just leaving the hospital." "Go to Basement 2." Basement 2? I didn't think much of it and took the elevator down.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw his black Bentley parked there.

He rolled down the window and told me to get in.

I opened the back door with a stiff back.

"Get in the front." He simply said the words, but his tone carried an unmistakable air of authority. "Okay." I had to sit in the passenger seat with my heart pounding.

In fact, we usually both drove his car to work together.

He sat in the passenger seat, I sat in the back, and I got out early when we got close to the company.

But today he was driving and I was in the passenger seat, which was a first.

He turned his head and looked at me, and when he saw that I had fastened my seat belt, he drove toward the villa.

I asked him, "Aren't you going to the alumni party?" I thought he should be at the party by now. But he asked me in return, "Do you like eavesdropping so much?" I quickly explained, "It wasn't intentional."

He didn't say anything, and just looked at me.

I looked up and saw his long, thin fingers tapping on the wheel, his face expressionless. "The party is pretty boring." he said casually, as if explaining it to me. "Oh." I didn't know what to say. He asked me, "How was your friend's surgery?"

"The surgery went well," I said. "I am quite familiar with the hospital directors. Would you like me to help?" he asked me. I quickly refused him, "No, thank you."

I didn't want him to know it was my mother, and I didn't want my mother to know about the stupid things I was doing.

He looked at me and didn't say anything.

I hardly spoke to him at the company. As for at home...

He was always out or came back home late after I was asleep.

I slept in the guest room, and the two of us barely spoke all day. Suddenly he asked again, "Monica, did you go to school here before?" I replied, "Yes, South Sea High School." Actually, I told him that on purpose, because he also graduated from South Sea High School. He looked at me, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then we are alumni. That's quite a coincidence." I quietly replied, "It is indeed quite a coincidence." But I was a little disappointed.

Little did he know that it was just for him that I had gone to South Sea High School. As it turned out, he had already gone to university when I received my acceptance letter. "Have we met at school before?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat. Did he...did he remember me?

When he saw that I didn't say anything, he gave me a look and smiled, "I don't think so. I was only at South Sea High School for one year, my senior year." I didn't say anything. But I knew in my heart that he had already forgotten me.

He had only been there for one year. And he had only seen me once in the school.

But I saw him every day at school.

At the gate of the school, there would always be a group of girls surrounding him and asking to be added to his friend list.

In the playground, there was also a group of girls who gave him water.

I wanted to go up and talk to him, but I didn't.

When I thought about it, I smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe you're right." He didn't say anything to me and kept on driving.

I kept my mouth shut for a while, but finally I couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Boss, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" he asked.

"Did you marry me because I'm easy going?" He paused for a moment, stared at me for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "You really believe what I said?" What kind of answer was that!

My heart started to beat again when I saw his smile. Those little flames of unrequited love that had been hidden away in my heart began to flare up once more.

10 The next day, I really couldn't hold back any longer and I wanted to ask him face to face what he meant by what he had said the night before. What I didn't expect was that he was away on business again.

So I had to go to work with dark circles under my eyes.

My team leader gave me a pile of documents and told me to get them done before I went off work.

I sat in front of the computer and typed while I sorted them. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to eat lunch.

As soon as everything was done, I left the office right away to go pick up Mathew from the kindergarten. I was so hungry that I bought a loaf of bread on the street and wolfed it down.

I hurried as fast as I could, but I was still ten minutes late. To make up for it, I went to the toy store on the way to the kindergarten and bought a lot of toys for Mathew.

Mathew stood at the entrance of the kindergarten with a sulky face. I quickly picked him up and put him in the car, and I tried to cheer him up with the toys. At that moment, Tristan called. "Did you pick up Mathew?" he asked me on the phone. "Yes," I said. "I'll be home in two days." He hesitated before asking, "Do you like bags?" Bags? I didn't react for a moment. I was about to say no to him. A toy hit me in the face and my eyes hurt so much I couldn't open them.

I covered my eyes and gasped in pain. After a few seconds, I tried to stay calm and said to him, "Let's talk about this later. Mathew is angry." Then I finished talking to him. "What are you doing?" My eyes were hurting so much that I was getting a bit angry as well. "If it weren't for you, my mother would be back!" Mathew's round eyes stared back at me, and his face was red with anger.

I thought about it.