Semua Bab Loving The Mistress's Husband : Bab 1 - Bab 5

The first time I saw my husband with another woman, I almost laughed.Not because it was funny. But because my brain refused to believe what my eyes were showing me.I was sitting on the living-room floor with Evelyn's mathematics workbook spread across my knees when my phone buzzed beside me.“Mummy, you skipped the question.”Evelyn was pointing at a fraction problem with the serious expression of someone twice her age.“I didn't skip it.” I smiled. “I was giving you time to solve it yourself.”“You don't know the answer,” She replied in a cute enthusiastic voice.“I know the answer. I just wanted to see how you would solve it.”“Then why haven't you written it?” She narrowed her eyes at me.I laughed and reached for my phone. “Well, because I know you can solve it.”The notification was from a business page I followed. One of the companies Ronan had been dealing with recently was hosting a small corporate event, and someone had gone live.I almost swiped it away. Then I saw him, my

For the rest of the evening, I couldn't stop thinking about Vivian's question.“Did Ronan tell you what happened that night?”Why had she looked so frightened when she asked?Ronan had refused to explain. That bothered me more than the question itself.But I decided not to push him. At least not yet. If there was something going on with Vivian, eventually I'd find out. At least, that's what I told myself.The following afternoon, I was sitting at a café with my best friend, Amelia.When she suddenly said something that made my stomach drop. “I saw Ronan yesterday.”I looked up from my coffee. “What…What do you mean?”She stirred her drink. “Ronan. Your husband.” She continued, “I saw him yesterday.”“My Ronan? Where did you see him?” I asked, my eyes darting frantically.She laughed. “I know. I'm just saying I saw him.” She shrugged, “Downtown.”I stared at her. “Downtown? You mean…?”“Yeah,” she paused. “That type of downtown.”My fingers tightened around the cup. “When?”She thought

The company looked better than I remembered. Or maybe I had simply become too distant from it.I sat in my car across the street for several seconds, staring through the windshield.The glass building stood exactly where it had always been, its silver letters shining beneath the morning sun.“Brown’s Enterprises.” I remembered when there had been no sign, no glass doors, no reception desk and no polished floors.Just two cramped rooms, a broken air conditioner, and Ronan sitting across from me with a calculator in one hand and a pile of unpaid invoices in the other.We had built this. At least, that's what I used to believe.I picked up my handbag and stepped out of the car. The moment I walked through the entrance, I noticed how little anyone reacted to me.A security guard glanced at me and returned his attention to his phone.Two employees walked past without a second look.I kept moving. The receptionist looked up when I approached the desk. “Good morning.”“Good morning.” I respo