My Husband Brought His Mistress Home Novels & Stories

Even when he brought Lara to spice things up. He wanted to torment her in every way possible, especially as a woman. What a scandal for a new bride to have her husband, not only sleeping around, but actually having an actual mistress, and to rub it on her face, just in case the rumor passed her, he brought Lara to the mansion, too, as a living proof to rub it on her face.

“Here’s the full story on Mark and Emily. Take a look.” It turned out Mark had been lying to me. He never had a student with the last name Hamilton. Shortly after we married, he met Emily, who became his mistress. “Mr. Miller has already spoken to Mark,” Mr. Smith said, causing me to pause as I flipped through the documents. After lunch, I pressed Dad for details about his conversation with Mark, but he just rubbed his bald head, refusing to tell me anything. Later, when I got home and checked my phone, I saw that Mark had posted a statement.

We went back home when it was getting dark and partly because I didn't want to run into my husband, my wound hadn't fully healed yet and I might never forgive him for making a fool out of me like that. Would he be with his mistress now? Laughing at my stupidity or how I was desperate for him to love me. The maids took the kids away when we got back home, I lingered looking around to see if anything changed, to see if he had been bringing her home. I couldn't find anything so I turned to walk away when I lifted my gaze and found him striding inside with Damian behind him, "I need to change real... Quick..." He gulped and I did the same.

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

From the way he looked I could tell he was his son, he looked just like him. My husband had a son with his mistress. Layla ignored me as she went to sit on the couch pulling the boy with her while staring at me. “Layla,I called” unable to hold the pain I was feeling at that moment. “He wanted her to be here” his lawyer cut me off before I could even say anything. “That is his mistress,I’m his wife” I screamed unable to take the torture anymore. The lawyer only looked at me like I had gone nuts before settling down to the will in front of him totally ignoring my outburst.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

"I asked you here today because I want to ask you to let our family be together." I clenched my fists. "Let's get one thing straight. You're the homewrecker here." She was unfazed. "But the person he loves now is me, and Reginald. He bought this house for me and called it our home." My fingers tightened until my knuckles went white. I warned, "This house was purchased with marital assets belonging to Brian and me. Are you telling me this so I can sue you and take it back?" I never imagined a day would come when I would say such words to my husband's mistress. Years ago, for his sake, I had turned down a stable career my parents had arranged for me, moving all alone to this unfamiliar city.

"How did I age this much? If my husband sees me like this and stops caring for me, what will I do? All of you, get out! Go find me something that will keep me young forever. Don't come back until you do! "And if any of you breathe a word to my husband about how I look, I'll have you beaten to death!" Every maid in the household scrambled and went running. My expression had long since returned to normal. Josy, still in my arms, was panicking. She seemed to realize something was wrong and thrashed wildly, trying to escape. I tucked Josy gently into her cage and smiled. "I've found you 50 wild and vigorous little husbands. Are you excited?" Seven days later, Edmund's carriage pulled up outside

And somehow, Anna had still thought it was worth risking everything to help Christian take my money. I didn't know what to say. Everything was so far beyond anything I could have imagined. A few months ago, my biggest concern had been maintaining my marriage and supporting my husband. Now, I was sitting in my apartment listening to Edward Cross's assistant explain how a billionaire was pursuing legal action against my cheating husband and his mistress. I slowly lowered my gaze. What on earth had my life turned into? ******** Two days later, while I was reviewing all the claims Evelina had filed against Christian, my phone rang. A moment later, several message notifications appeared on the sc