All Chapters of THE MISTAKEN MISTRESS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Jane's POV Jane stirred awake to a gentle kind of silence, one that felt like a comforting blanket. No beeping machines, no hurried footsteps, and no heavy breathing next to her, just pure, soothing quiet. It took a moment for her to realize that she wasn’t back in her apartment, far from the chaos that had engulfed her life. Instead, she found herself in Williams’ guest room, wrapped snugly in a duvet that had the delicate scent of clean cotton mixed with something warm, perhaps him. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed the sunlight streaming through the blinds, casting soft golden lines on the wall. She blinked, her mind still hazy from the whirlwind of emotions the night before: the panic attack, the rushing tears, and Williams carrying her out of the hospital as if she were weightless. His voice echoed in her mind, reassuring her, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” She swallowed hard, her chest constricting at the memory, though it wasn’t fear that tightened her heart. It was some

Jane's POV Jane had anticipated a typical day. After everything she’d been through,the panic attacks, the hospital visit, breaking down in Williams’ arms,she longed for some peace. Just one day where she didn't have to struggle to breathe. So, she arrived at the office early, meticulously sorting through the files on her desk, keeping her head down as she tried to ease back into a routine that felt… comforting. But it seemed the universe had other plans for her. As soon as she finished arranging a stack of folders, the elevator pinged, and Mira stepped onto the floor,confident, fashionable, and radiating the vibrant energy of the creative department. Jane blinked in surprise. She found herself liking Mira much more than she anticipated. Their brief encounter the previous week had been pleasant and relaxed,Mira had dropped off some documents for Williams, praised Jane's neat handwriting, and casually invited her to "swing by the creative department anytime you’re feeling b

Jane woke up earlier than she intended. Her alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but her eyes were already open, and her heart raced with a mix of nerves, excitement, and a touch of fear, emotions swirling together like paint colors she hadn’t quite learned to untangle. Sitting on her bed for a moment, she placed her fingers gently against her chest. Training with Mira. It felt surreal. The events of the previous day had been overwhelming, Mira tweaking one of her sketches, then sending it off to Williams without warning, and the way he had looked at her afterward, as if she’d caught him off guard. Like he noticed something in her that she couldn't quite see in herself. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. She shook off her daydream and got dressed, a simple blouse, minimal makeup, and her hair neatly tied back. She aimed for an effortless look, not wanting to appear as if she were trying too hard while still wanting to feel that she belonged. As she entered the office, she held h