Todos los capítulos de The other Mrs.Adie (mistress to my sister’s husband): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ZARA’S POV The first rays of sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Adie’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend this was normal that he belonged here, in my bed, every night.My body still hummed from everything we had done.Adie stirred, his eyes fluttering open. The moment he saw me, a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face. “Morning, baby.”There it was again. That word. It made my stomach flip every single time.“Morning,” I whispered, tracing a finger along his bare chest. “You stayed the whole night.”He pulled me closer, pressing a lazy kiss to my forehead. “I couldn’t leave you. Not after that.” His hand slid down my back, possessively cupping my ass. “How are you feeling? Sore?”“A little,” I admitted, blushing. “But in the best way.”Adie chuckled, the sound low and intimate. He rolled us so I was lying on top of him, my hair falli

ZARA’S POV“Zara! Finally,” Mom called when she saw me. She pulled me into the kitchen, handing me a bowl of salad. “Help me set the table, sweetheart.”Imani was already there, looking more composed than she had at the airport, but still quieter than usual. Her eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to her phone. Adie sat on the couch with Dad — the perfect son-in-law, relaxed, charming, laughing at the right moments.Our eyes met across the room. The heat in his gaze nearly made me drop the bowl.Dinner started normally enough. Mom and Dad asked about work, about life, about how Adie and Imani were doing as a couple. Every time someone mentioned “marriage” or “grandchildren,” my stomach twisted.“You two look so good together,” Mom said warmly, smiling at Imani and Adie. “Sweetie, I don’t mean to sound inconsiderate, but don’t you think you should try having another…” Imani’s face changed slightly. Even I felt pissed on her behalf.Imani smiled softly instead. “We’re wor

Today, Adie and Imani had an appointment at the antenatal clinic. From the fragments of conversation I'd overheard over the past few days, I gathered that she still didn't know exactly how far along she was or whether the pregnancy was even viable. They had both left unusually early that morning, the house swallowing the sound of the front door closing behind them.Once they were gone, an odd stillness settled over the mansion.I wandered aimlessly around my room, searching for something anything to occupy my mind. There was only so long I could stare out the window before the walls began to feel as though they were inching closer together. I rarely left my little room unless I had a reason to. It wasn't that anyone had forbidden me from exploring the house; it simply never felt like my place to do so. Every hallway, every polished surface, every expensive piece of furniture reminded me that I was only a guest. A temporary inconvenience tucked away in someone else's perfect life.A so

I woke in a puddle of sweat, my body trembling from yet another nightmare the third one in as many nights.They always began the same.I was trapped in a room with no windows, the darkness so thick it seemed to swallow every breath I took. The air grew heavier with every second until it felt impossible to breathe. Then the figure would appear.Sometimes I was alone, locked inside my bedroom with nowhere to run. Other times, Adie was trapped there with me. It never mattered. The moment I saw the shadow moving towards us, I always woke before it could reach me.Tonight was no different.My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to calm down. Sleep was no longer an option.With a quiet sigh, I slipped out of bed and made my way downstairs for a glass of water.The house was almost completely dark. Only the soft amber glow of the decorative lights hanging from the chandelier illuminated the hallway. I didn't want to wake anyone, so I left the main

A different waiter returned this time, a little notepad in hand.“Ready to take your orders?” he asked with a professional smile. I could detect the faintest hint of a French accent in his voice.Liz looked from me to Adie, then back at the lean waiter.“I’ll have a piña colada,” she said, before glancing down at the menu again. “Then I want the lobster ravioli in saffron cream, extra lime and double cream.”She paused, scanning the menu once more. Then she smacked her lips thoughtfully.“For dessert, I’ll have…” Her eyes moved over the page before settling on her choice. “The mille-feuille aux fraises.”She said it in an impressively perfect French accent.“And a bottle of champagne. Merci.”The waiter nodded, scribbling everything down before turning to Adie.Adie also looked down at the menu lying on the table.“I’ll have the cream pasta, braised beef, and garlic tomato sauce. No dessert for me.”The waiter nodded, jotting it down.“I’ll have what he’s having, with the