All Chapters of My Husband Brought His Mistress Home: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANABEL’S POV “Miles…” The color drained from my husband’s face the moment he saw me. “Fuck!” The laptop slammed shut with a loud snap. His chair scraped against the floor as he shoved himself back, his chest rising with uneven breaths. Panic flashed across his face before hardening into irritation. “Jesus, Anabel,” he snapped. “Why would you come in without knocking?” I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move. I just stood in the doorway, my fingers wrapped around the doorknob as my mind struggled to process what I’d just seen. Five minutes ago, I’d been asleep beside him. I’d reached for him out of habit, only to find cold sheets. Then I heard strange sounds and rushed here, terrified that something had happened. Instead… I’d caught my husband masturbating. “The door was open,” I finally managed to say. He sighed and dragged a hand down his face, still refusing to meet my eyes. My gaze drifted to the closed laptop before returning to him. “You were…” My throat tightened. “You wer

ANABEL’S POV~ Four Days Later ~The atmosphere inside the church felt heavy the moment I stepped in.Soft instrumental music drifted through the speakers while low whispers spread across the room, as though people were afraid to speak too loudly around death.Everyone was dressed in black, their faces solemn and exhausted, and the thick smell of flowers hanging in the air was so strong, it almost made my stomach turn.I froze briefly near the entrance, clutching my purse tightly while my gaze moved around the church. Then I saw the family seated in the front row.A heavy ache settled in my chest instantly. Mr. Arthur seemed older overnight. Smaller too.Ever since I married into the Wilson family, Arthur had always treated me kindly. He never made me feel like an outsider the way some wealthy families often did. Even when Miles and I started having problems, Arthur still checked on me constantly, asking if I was eating properly or if Miles was stressing me too much.Seeing him sittin

ANABEL'S POV Miles adjusted his shirt, and the wall he'd kept up between us for weeks slammed right back into place as he started toward the kitchen. "What does it look like? After everything she's been through, I'm just helping her get her mind off things. She deserves that much," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee before taking a sip. It looked like nothing of the sort. He always had a reason ready, some excuse for why a married man doing inappropriate things with another woman was somehow acceptable. But I swallowed it and let it go. Fine. He had his excuse for that. Let's see what he had to say about this. "So why is she wearing your hoodie? Is that also helping her relieve stress?" The venom in my voice was impossible to miss. "Listen, Anabel, it's early. I don't have the patience for your drama today. It's my hoodie, and I decide who wears it." "Wow." I let out a small scoff, shaking my head. "Are you even listening to yourself? Is this completely normal to yo

ANABEL'S POV Gasp. That had to be the loudest gasp I had ever heard. My brows immediately furrowed, momentarily drawing my attention away from the asshole standing in front of me. I looked around the living room. Every single staff member had their eyes widened in shock. A few of them even looked like they had forgotten what they were doing entirely. One maid had frozen while holding a tray. Another stood beside a table with a cleaning cloth in her hand, staring at me as though I had suddenly grown two heads. I knew they had been staring at me before while I approached him. That much was obvious, but this? This was completely different. The atmosphere had changed instantly. The shock on their faces wasn't normal. It was as though I had done something completely unimaginable. Like I had just committed a crime. Like I had just murdered someone right in front of them. The whole room had gone strangely silent. This asshole's head was still tilted slightly to the right from th

ANABEL'S POV “You know,” he began, slowly sitting back down in the dining chair he'd gotten up from, “if all apologies were so easily accepted, apologies and excuses would become the exact same thing, don't you think?” He picked up his tea again and took another sip despite the small cut on his lip. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over me. Does that mean he doesn't forgive me? The thought instantly made my stomach sink. I swallowed nervously. I think I might have just shot myself in the foot. I still didn't know who this guy really was. I didn't even know why everyone around him seemed so nervous, but one thing was obvious: his staff were terrified of him. Maybe terrified wasn't exactly the right word, but they definitely weren't relaxed around him. I glanced around the room. Several of his staff were still standing nearby, pretending to focus on their duties, yet every single one of them looked tense. Their backs were straight, their movements careful. Even after everyt