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Chapter 9: Broken Keepsake
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2026-10-18 08:00:06
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180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS Chapter 10: Hidden Sanctuary
ODESSAThe morning in central London was crisp with the scent of rain and coffee beans.By seven o'clock, I was long gone, abandoning the Sterling mansion, with Mrs. Hughes still in the hospital, the kitchen was unusually quiet without her usual activity. The house seemed colder than usual, the only sound being the rhythmic tick of the clock.I didn’t wait for Adrian and Vivian to wake up. Slipping outside, I pulled my trench coat over the dark turtleneck neck, grabbed my leather messenger bag, and stepped into the waiting car.Within twenty minutes, I was standing in front of a heavy iron door at a brick loft in the city's design district.The scent of new wood, fresh ink, and wet tracing paper hovered in the air. Sunlight streamed through the industrial- size windows, falling across scale models, rolled project blueprint papers, and laser-cut acrylic facade samples arranged on display stands.This is my sanctuary, I thought with a genuine smile.My temporary haven away from the Ster
180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS Chapter 9: Broken Keepsake
ODESSAThe front doors closed with a soft click, and the flashing red lights disappeared from the white marble foyer. Barely ten minutes after one of the security men called for an ambulance, Mrs. Hughes was being wheeled out by the medical team.I stood at the top of the stairs, watching through the glass above the entrance as the ambulance pulled away. Its siren grew fainter as it disappeared into the afternoon traffic.Mrs. Hughes was being taken to the hospital with a sprained ankle and a hairline fracture while the paramedics tried to keep her calm. Adrian had barely accompanied her to the front door, already withdrawing to the west wing with Vivian, soothing Callum, who looked genuinely abused.The house grew silent, the only sound was the swishing of a broom as the younger housekeeper swept up the shattered porcelain from the floor. I headed upstairs to my bedroom to check how much damage had been done. I knew Vivian had taken my black leather file, but I wanted to see if she h
180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS chapter 8: The Escalation & The Fall
I'm ODESSAThe ride back to the mansion felt endless as the taxi moved slowly through traffic. I stared out the window, watching the brake lights flash ahead of us. My fingers tightened around my bag handle as Lina’s words kept replaying in my head. She’s taking papers out of your portfolio.The moment I stepped into the foyer, the house was quiet with the sun reflecting off the white marble floors. I had barely taken my first step up the staircase when a high-pitched scream pierced the silence."I don't want to! You're not my mom!"I turned the corner and come across my son, Callum in the middle of a furious tantrum, refusing to wear his coat. Mrs. Hughes, the Sterling's household senior housekeeper hovered nearby with a placating smile on her face."Young master Callum, please." Mrs. Hughes cooed. "Miss Vivian requested that i prepare you for the park""I don't care! Miss Vivian said I don't have to be civil to you people!" Callum screamed, his tiny hands pushing a large ceramic vas
180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS Chapter 7: The Copycat
ODESSA Another morning, another calculation. 168 days left to go. The number echoed in my head before my eyes even opened. Before I could even check if I was breathing, I reminded myself that I was one step closer to freedom. I adjusted the silver brooch on the lapel of my tailor-made navy, checking my reflection. My hair was pulled into an exquisite chignon and my makeup was perfect. It had always been this way. When I reached the dining room, Vivian was already seated at the head of the table where I usually sat. Callum was swinging his legs while Vivian lovingly spread out gourmet berry jam on his toast, a treat I would never allow before school. He did not look up from the carefully polished toy racing car that Vivian had set out beside his plate. She was dressed in a navy tailored blazer identical to mine and her hair was also in a high chignon style that mimicked my own. On the side of her plate stood a bottle of the exact signature perfume that I had worn for half a decade.
180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS Chapter 6: The Uninvited Guest
ODESSAThe letter from Henry Sterling felt heavy in my handbag. Do not leave early. Do not sign any paper he gives you. The last day would matter.The conversation with Mr. Grayson haunted me. He had mentioned that someone had inquired about the marriage contract a month earlier, before Adrian even proposed the divorce. It could have been Vivian or Eleanor. Either way, they wanted me to take the bait, sneak away, and sign whatever papers they offered.The taxi stopped near the old print shop. I paid the driver, and walked up the stairs to my studio. The scent of paper, wood, and graphite welcomed me as I opened the door.I spent the next three hours sketching the blueprints of the civic tower, reworking the design of the pillar and shifting the loads to the inner steel beams to free up space along the sides of the building.A polite knock interrupted my work.I put the pencil down and paused. No one was allowed in this place except Mrs. Delgado, and she only knocked on the first of eve
180 DAYS OF MRS STERLING: TRAINING MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS Chapter 5: My Dear Odessa
ODESSAI didn’t say a word about Rexos Café.“The coffee is good there,” I said, picking up my glass. “You should try it.”The smile on Vivian’s face faltered. She expected a reaction, but I gave her an easy answer instead.Adrian finally looked up from his phone. “Where?”“A café. I was out running errands.”He watched me briefly, then returned to his screen. Nobody said much after that, and the rest of dinner passed without much conversation.Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about one thing. I told only one person where I was going that afternoon.Mr. Bassey.He had driven me for four years. Once, when I was going through a rough time, he sat with me in a quiet park until I stopped crying. He never brought it up again.I didn’t want to believe he was the one who told Vivian.Still, I wasn’t going to accuse him without knowing. I would find out myself.The next afternoon, when Mr. Bassey opened the car door for me, I already knew what I wanted to do.“Where to, ma’am?”“The Ha
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