My Husband Brought His Mistress Home Novels & Stories

I have met her countless times in my husband's office during lunchtime. I always thought she visited my husband's secretary. It never occurred to me that she was my husband's mistress. Did they attack me? Why did I end up here?” I asked. There is no one to answer my question. The door swung open. I could not believe what my eyes saw. My husband walked in with his hand around Elle Waste. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want it to fall. Alaric didn't deserve it. I gazed away as I saw them and said, “Get out!”

In the early years of our marriage, he kept that promise. He'd take me to business dinners, introducing me to everyone. On work trips, he'd video call to check in. All the other wives envied me for having such a perfect husband. Yet unbeknownst to me, Angelo had another home out there, keeping a 20-year-old woman as his mistress. If I hadn't followed him to her apartment after he claimed to be working late, I would still have been in the dark. But as he put it, I should be grateful that he kept my title and spared me public humiliation.

She felt that Aston’s sweet words were far more pleasant to the ear than her husband’s voice would ever be. ​ Many times they had met at hotels, but on that particular day, he had been reckless enough to bring Andrea to his own bedroom. That was when everything spiraled out of control. Aston knew his wife had returned home and must have witnessed the heartbreaking scene of him and his mistress. Aside from the incoming calls from Arthur, he had woken up to find the front door open, with Patricia’s handbag and umbrella left inside the house. He couldn't help but wonder how devastated Patricia must be by what he had done.

Then she gave a broken little laugh. “Mark, I didn’t know you were this naive.” He turned away. Behind him, she said, “You hurt her that badly, and you still think she’s coming back?” Mark did not stop. He knew his wife, or thought he did. For nine years, no matter how angry I became, he had always found a way to bring me home with an apology, a gift, or one soft word spoken at the right time. This time, he only needed to find me first.

However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman? Smiling, I brushed off my mentor’s concerns and confirmed that I would leave with the military in ten days. When I returned home, I started packing. That was when Marco suddenly came back. He stared at the suitcase in my hand, his brows instantly in a knot. “Where are you going? Why didn’t you talk to me first? I was away on a business trip for a week, and now you’re sneaking off without telling me?” Hearing his familiar tone, I let out a bitter laugh. “Am I not allowed to step outside anymore?”

I remembered the smell of cooked food in the air that evening and the sound of laughter. I was a happy wife and a happy mother. But my joy didn't last for long. The door opened that evening and my husband walked in, but he wasn't alone like he used to. He was with a lady I wasn't familiar with and she had a child with her, about my daughters age. I remember how my chest tightened that day when he finally introduced us and when he said she'd be leaving with us. That was when I found out she was his mistress and they had a child together. I was pained beyond words, but I felt helpless.

I shared a joint covenant account with Antonio De Luca. We had agreed that we would get married once the account reached ten million euros. When it reached 9.99 million euros, I scheduled a wedding rehearsal at the church. But it wasn’t until dusk that Antonio finally sent me a message: “The new adviser was ambushed and lost too much blood. The surgery requires absolute security. I have to stay with her.” At that very moment, fifty thousand euros were withdrawn from the covenant account. I scrolled back through the transaction history. Before that, there had been opera tickets, custom leather goods, and a bracelet—the same one I had seen the new adviser wearing on her wrist—all paid for in s

“Not only that, the baby in her arms isn’t even Justin’s! It’s her lover’s kid. Her so-called ‘cousin' and that gigolo from the bar! "And Justin, that absolute fool, still comes home every day and kisses that kid. I feel sick just watching it." My grip tightened around the glass. My knuckles turned white. Justin was my husband of five years. I thought he had been waiting for me faithfully in the country, holding our home together. Before I left for Afrikad, he had held me at the airport, his eyes red from crying. He promised he would take care of both our families, keep up with the mortgage payments every month, and wait for me to come back so that we could finally have a child together.

“He’s an older man with a younger woman, so you can’t be sure she’s his wife.” “Even if she’s his mistress, she still came out on top. These days, some wives don’t have as good a life as mistresses.” I could not take it anymore. I turned and fled back to my office. After removing my mask, surgical gown, and cap in a daze, I sat down. Without warning, tears streamed down my face. The more I wiped them away, the more they came. I covered my mouth, but muffled sobs still slipped through my fingers.

Beak not to have to find out where her husband was, right now it would be better if they just focused on their work. "No need!" explained madam Valin. "Why?" “That guy must be having fun right now, this time I'll let him have the fun. Consider it a present for him, and don't waste time trying to find out where my husband has gone anyway. At this time my husband must be with his mistress!” explained madam Valin. “Then the current madam are you just going to be quiet?”