Novel & Cerita My Husband Brought His Mistress Home

“Yes, Dominic Stone is my husband.” Except for her cousins, her mother, and Sophia, who knew the truth, her uncles, and aunts, especially her father, gasped. She looked at the chairperson, who didn’t move, but looked away from her. “Do you know who my husband’s mistress is? As you say, I’ll follow her for finding the right man, and you know who she is.” she shook her head with a laugh. “Yes, Sophia is my husband's mistress,” she said, staring at the chairperson.

They even played dirty than the entertainment circle! After figuring out these things, Hoho put down her unrealistic fantasy. She didn't expect her husband to be with her for the rest of his life, as long as her status was stable and she was still the wife of the Blake family. As for how many mistresses his husband had raised outside, it was not a matter at all. He could play as he liked, as long as he didn't bring her home and slapped her in the face. After so many years, she and the Blake family second master had lived such a respectful life. she didn't care whether he was alive or dead outside.

"Come on. Don't tell me that's why you didn't even bother to greet me when you came back. You shouldn't let that bother you. It's just cleaning, so..." "Are you kidding me? It's just cleaning? Is my wife meant to clean the house when you have a maid you pay to do that for you? It's acceptable if you don't have a maid, but you have a maid. Have you been doing worse to her while I was away?" He scoffs angrily, as he clenches his fists beside him. "Is it because of that thing you're talking to me in that manner? Is it because of that street urchin yours disrespecting me? That gold digger?" Mrs. Thompson scoffs angrily.

"Mommy, there's a strange lady in our house!" Jack had brought Vicky home. It seemed he was serious about the "divorce," or he wouldn't have brought her inside. They were enjoying a candlelit dinner. The red candles flattered Vicky, making her look utterly charming. During a pause in their drinking, Jack pulled out his phone to message me. "Tomorrow is Emma's birthday! You must bring her home!" I didn't reply, and he visibly grew more agitated. "No matter what, I'm still your husband and Emma's father. As long as I don't divorce you, you'll never be with Ethan!"

But I felt a little bad exposing our situation as a married couple like this in front of his friends, knowing he's a male with a very sensitive ego too, so I turned to him and added, "But you can visit me in my room... whenever you want." His eyebrows rose and the boys exclaimed 'oooh' in unison. "Are you telling me to treat you like my whore?" He chuckled. "Unfortunately, dear wife, my parents did not teach me to treat my legal wife like my mistress." Huh. So he has a mistress already? I knew it. This was the perfect time to bring out frail and sensitive Fallon. "W-Why? Do you perhaps... have one already?" I asked with a slightly pained expression. "Unfortunately, my morals also do not allo

He grinned and then shook his head several times, as if he can't believe on what my husband told me. "You'll receive a message from me tomorrow. At that very time your husband and her mistress will meet there." He looked into my eyes seriously. I was about to open my mouth before him, but then he continue. "The choice is yours, Dianna. And if you're going to ask me again why I'm doing this?" "It's not because I want to ruin your marriage, but because I care for you." After he said this, he didn't say goodbye to me, instead he got into his car and drove away from home.

Prologue I stood in front of our bedroom door, pacing back and forth, while my husband, Darius, was busy packing his things inside. My eyes were wet with tears, my heart breaking with pain. "Martha... I'm on my way." Hearing that, I rushed inside. I found him just finishing packing, so I stopped. My heart felt like it was going to explode with pain as I thought about him leaving me for Martha... his mistress. When he was finally done, he turned to the door where I was. He paused for a moment when our eyes met, but he seemed indifferent to my tears and walked past me.

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

The sheer nerve of him to falsely accuse his wife of cheating, while he accompanied his mistress to her checkup! [His poor wife! I guess nobody can have it all, huh? We all thought she hit the jackpot by landing herself a charming, rich husband, but turns out he's an utter scum. The sheer nerve of him to turn the narrative against poor Nikita! I bet he's using his power and money against her!] [Does anyone know what the mistress is doing at the hospital? Do tell!] The original poster replied a few minutes later. [She's here to get an abortion.]

And beside me there, at my back, my husband made out with his mistress. Severe pain shimmered through my chest, my hand slowly went down to my stomach, and I got dumped into so much tears.