My Husband Brought His Mistress Home のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

ANABEL’S POVA low groan pulled me out of sleep.At first, I thought I was dreaming. My eyes stayed closed while I turned on the bed, reaching for Miles out of habit.The sheets beside me were cold.I frowned and opened my eyes. The other side of the bed was empty.The digital clock beside me read 2:17 AM, its faint red light glowing in the dark room. I pushed myself upright, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm. The house was quiet except for that sound returning once more.A muffled groan.A heavy feeling settled in my chest. “Miles?” I called softly.No response.I threw the duvet aside and slipped my feet into my slippers. Cold tiles pressed against my skin as I stepped out of the bedroom. The hallway was dim, lit only by the small wall lights, and then the sound came back, louder this time.My body went cold.It came from his study.My heartbeat increased rapidly. For a second, my mind went somewhere ugly. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe something happened. Maybe…I walked quickly t

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 POVA man stood there holding a glass loosely in one hand, his expression calm but amused. Even through my blurry vision, I could tell he was attractive. Very attractive.Tall, dark hair, sharp jawline.The kind of face people noticed immediately.I stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a tired breath of amusement. “What?”He nodded toward my untouched drink. “You’ve been staring at it for the last ten minutes like it personally offended you.”A reluctant smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. Honestly, that surprised me more than him talking to me.“Maybe it did,” I muttered.“That bad?”“You have no idea.”He studied me briefly before asking, “Mind if I sit?”Normally I would’ve refused instantly. Tonight, I just shrugged weakly. “Go ahead.”He settled into the chair beside me and loosened the sleeve of his watch slightly, like he had suddenly decided to get comfortable.“You always spend your nights looking this miserable in expensive places?” he a