Romans & histoires My Husband Brought His Mistress Home

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

The same man forbade me from ever coming to his office and just the sight of my face irritates him to the core. A sound of displeasure left my lips as I pondered over what took place earlier this morning in Lucas' office. My own husband was caught red handed making out with a human and he showed no sign of remorse to it. Anxiety filled up my senses and nausea set in. What usually went on between him and his mistresses? Mistresses wow. A pained smile carved on my lips. I was sharing my husband with multiple women. No form of decency or respect for me as his wife whatsoever.

“No, “ I shake my head. “Your message sounded urgent, Is everything all right?” I take a deep breath and my eyes search the place. His apartment is great, Stylish with nothing too much or extra. “Violet?” He asks and I turn to face him. “Conor has a mistress. “ I say, “It’s his secretary. “ Dominic’s jaw tightens visibly. He looks like he is ready to rip my husband to pieces. His brother. “How…” he begins but gives up, “No, never mind. It doesn’t matter how you found out. I…“

I’m his wife, after all. “When I agreed to marry you two years ago, there was someone else. She told me she was willing to stay as my mistress. She’d rather be my secret than let me go, even if it hurt her,” he began, his voice low and heavy. “We were together for years, and no one knew. She never wanted our relationship to be public. And I’m not talking about Selene, Claire. This was someone else. I really loved her. But I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to temptation. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t say no to other women—even when I loved someone.” He swallowed hard. “Then Selene Arnaiz came into the picture.”

I have wanted to let this go, give him the divorce papers in secret, and end things in secret but guess I wasn’t going with that anymore. It’s time for him to have a taste of his own medicine. “Yes, Ara. I’m daring you.” He replied and I pulled back. A minute. That’s all I’m giving to him to tell me he’s going to sign or else….. “See I know you can’t… “Everyone, I would like you all to meet my husband and his mistress!” I said, yelling at the top of my voice that it attracted everyone in the restaurant. Ashton and his mistress went as pale as a paper in their seats.

“Drop the act you slut. How else did you get pregnant for you brat. I can’t even believe I was stupid enough to want to have sex with you.” “You cold hearted bastard!” “Hit a nerve did I?” He laughed mockingly and finished his drink. His phone rang. “Hey babe? Yeah I am home. Thanks for the wonderful evening-“ He pushed past me and went upstairs. I stood there like a statue, tears of humiliation rolling down my cheeks as I listened to my husband speak to him mistress.

But we're all used to this scene by now, and most of them don't even bat an eye as they watch their Alpha and my husband acting all lovey-dovey with his mistress. I bow my head down to the ground, shame blooming within me. It's one thing to know that your husband has a mistress, and it's another thing to have his affair blatantly shoved into your face. I look away from them and drag my feet over to the side bar where I proceed to order two glasses of hard liquor and chug them down like they're water and I've been stuck in the desert for days. I order two more, down one in one go, and nurse the other as my gaze drifts back to my husband and Kira.

he said with a lazy smirk. His words rang in my ears like a bell. I froze. Mistress? My husband had a mistress—and I knew nothing about it. “This is going to be a long trip,” Ryan chuckled.

Jason replied casually. “But what if they heard us earlier? That would be embarrassing,” she asked. “There’s nothing to worry about. Let them listen to our loving sexual activity. I want to do it again with you several times tonight.” “What will your wife say if you don’t come home? Won’t she make a fuss?” Hearing that woman’s question, I wanted to open the stall and slap her lips so she would know that I was Jason’s legal wife and had rights over Jason. She was just a prostitute who stole someone else’s husband by selling her body.

The situation is so unusual I can almost laugh. The hands of a wife… helping her husband’s mistress leave. I steal a glance at him. His eyes are fixed solely on her. So he can do dirty things with her in private, but will act like he doesn't know her in public. I don't know what pisses me off more. Sally runs out of the balcony alone. I can only watch her leave, because what else am I supposed to say to my husband's mistress? The front door slams and his heavy, angry gaze lands on me. He takes a step closer. "And who the fuck gave you permission…” he steps closer. “…to bring strangers into my house?”