My Husband Brought His Mistress Home Novels & Stories

Back when Adrian was pursuing me, he poured all his heart into loving and protecting me. Once, during dinner, I casually mentioned I liked a restaurant. The next day, he bought the place and had the chef come to our house to cook just for me. When other women tried to become his mistress, he crushed their hopes without mercy. All of Ardenton knew that Adrian adored his wife. He treated me like something precious, never letting me out of his sight. But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this?

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“I thought you were calling to tell me that you’ve met my husband. Uhmm...” “Oh, really? I’m sorry I didn’t call when I met your husband. He told me not to tell you that I knew him.” “Uhmm, why?” “Ahh... I don’t know your husband. I really don’t know.” “You know, Rica, there’s talk going around in our subdivision. That there’s a mistress living here. I don’t know who they’re talking about, though. I just heard it earlier, when my husband and I got home from work.”

My lips parted to finally ask him about the house, about the things I’d been avoiding but before I could speak, my phone buzzed on the table. A text. My pulse kicked. I already knew who it was. I flipped the phone over with shaky hands, a part of me in fear of what other news there’ll be and there it was, another message from him. “Your husband has a mistress, and she wants to kill you.” The spoon slipped from my fingers and clattered against the plate, loud enough to make James’s eyes focus on me, narrowing in suspicion. He tilted his head, watching me. “What is it?” he asked.

When I pulled back just enough to speak, the words came out quiet but certain. “I want to go home with you tonight.” His eyes lit up. “Really?” He caught my hands, still cradling his face. “But… What about your husband?” I let go of him, reached into my drawer, and pulled out the envelope. I handed it over without a word. He frowned, opened it, his expression darkened as he saw the photos—Richard and his mistress, captured that very morning. “He told me he was flying back to Seattle to settle some business issues,” I said, voice cracking as tears welled up again. “Can you believe the nerve? He hasn’t even called since he left.”

Open Marriage: His Regret, My Revenge My husband brought his mistress home, and he told me to take care of her. The man I had been married to for seven years didn’t just cheat on me. When our daughter was about to celebrate her birthday, he broke his promise to our daughter, swore he’d be back for her birthday, but never showed. He was with his mistress, and the whole world knew about it. Countless reporters captured me in a state of shock and tears, looking utterly disheveled under the flashing cameras.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Her voice had lost all traces of sweetness. I was just staring at her. She was like that wild flower with a beautiful exterior— one that lures a person to go near it and touch it. But when they do, they are either eaten alive by the flower or poisoned. My heart was shrieking in so many emotions. This lovely looking yet poisonous snake was my husband's mistress. Although he told me there's no one beside me now, I can't stop feeling frustrated. Jace had promised me to be loyal and never keep secrets. And he never told me about his mistress— or the fact that the poor cousin he told me about was his mistress.

The master bedroom door creaked open, followed by the faint sound of suitcase wheels rolling carefully across the floor. Sabina lay facing away from the door, her eyes still closed. She knew perfectly well that her husband had returned to the city that afternoon. Yet instead of coming straight home, he'd chosen to drop his mistress off at her apartment first, indulge in their passion there, and only then drive home.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."