Novel & Cerita A Jealous Mistress Crossword

Did you lose your memories? [Show us what the mistress looks like!]

They all made fool out of me one way or the other. “ You are a mistress now are not you? ” She chuckled lightly. What she intended to be a possible joke was salt to my bleeding wounds. Even the word ' Mistress ' always made bile rise in my throat. It was the only word I never wanted to listen now. Facing reality was harsh. “ You knew everything didn't you? ” I asked a question of my own, my eyes roaming around the cafe that was nearly empty. There were just a few people. “ I knew. ” She admitted truthfully and my eyes travelled back to meet her figure. Her posture was slumped and her tone was weak.

she complained. " No, the mirror is wrong. Even in the morning I was my reflection and found myself fat. Am I looking fat, sweetheart?" He asked and she shook her head. " No,you look handsome. I feel jealous," she said and he chuckled. " Don't be jealous. I am only for you," he said and she kissed his lips. " Let's go to sleep," she said and moved back. She removed her bathrobe and wore her tee shirt. " Tomorrow I will order someone to break this mirror and bury it somewhere. How dare this mirror make my wife think that she is fat," he said and she smiled in confidence.

Following Sophie's pointing finger, I saw Elias—who had been entwined with me that morning—hugging and kissing another lady. The lips that had kissed me were now kissing someone else. I was frozen, staring blankly at the sight before me. My hand clenched the bag in my arms, the folders inside pressing sharply against me, as if to mock me. The pain was a cruel reminder that I had been nothing but a clown this whole time. I instinctively turned to run, but Sophie held me back. As she pulled me forward, I locked eyes with Elias, who had just finished his kiss. Our eyes met, and I found guilt in his gaze.

That evening, I cooked dinner while he sat at the dining table, focused on his laptop. This was a real dinner, and to my relief, nothing got burned. Progress, I thought. Halfway through, my phone buzzed with a news alert. I paused before checking it. “Former Mistress Scandal: Where Are They Now?” I shut it down instantly. William noticed. “Still on your mind?” he asked softly. “A bit,” I admitted. He pushed his laptop aside. “Come here.” Just hearing those words made my heart race. But he only gestured to the chair next to him.

The door creaked again, and Lila slipped in behind me, her blonde hair rough as her eyes sharp with curiosity. “Well?” she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and mischief as she leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Spill, girl. How was the mystery date? Did you enjoy it?” I set the glass down, my cheeks flushing at the memory of Daniel’s lips on mine, the way my body had betrayed me by kissing him back. I sank into a chair at the rickety kitchen table, the wood cool under my palms. “It was him, Lila. Daniel Hawthorne. The creep from the club who offered to make me his mistress.”

Sabrina answered sarcastically. Sabrina's taunt was really effective. Patricia's household was indeed plagued by rumors of a third party's presence: her husband’s young mistress. Looking at the fierce expression on Patricia's face now, the rumors of cracks in her marriage were not just baseless rumors. "Hahaha, it seems like you're good at trading barbs now, huh?" Patricia commented with a cynical smile. "Just so you know, Sabrina, real love brings perfect happiness. What's the point if you can only raise a child who's not your own flesh and blood?"

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

She froze as she tried to comprehend his words and he was back in his car before she could reply although she had no intention of, maybe it's time she stick to her decision. “What is a mistress?” She had Rose ask Emma and they exchanged looks. “A Lady that is not married” she replied and Rose seems to be okay with that as she only giggled . Vanessa made a mental note to watch what she said in front of Rose as They walked in, the apartment smelled of various spices as Jenny was busy making dinner, she was an excellent cook and had made herself more useful than Vanessa had anticipated and was helpful with more than just Rose but around the house and kitchen as well.

Arnold retorted. "But Irene needs you more right now. Just stay with her. I'm leaving." Erica continued walking without paying Arnold any more attention. She hurried to the parking lot without looking back. Once she got into her car, she finally let out the feelings she'd been holding back. Tears began to fall. "Why am I jealous? Why... I can't be selfish. I can't!" Erica muttered to herself as she sat in her car. The truth was, she was jealous that Irene was pregnant. She was jealous that Arnold would have to pay more attention to Irene from now on. She was jealous that Arnold would love Irene more as the mother of his child.