My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

I said, trying to sound convincing—even to myself. She stared at me like I was an idiot. "If you believe every reason he gives you, then why are you thinking he's cheating on you?" I paused. That thought had only crossed my mind when my husband’s secretary mentioned that a Ms. De Loughrey was paying him constant visits at his office. And that’s when the jitters began—especially after Victoria’s line: “De Loughrey, not. Le Mistress, yes.” "It’s not a hunch, Loraine. It’s not a maybe. It’s a definitely. Unless you’re too naïve to get that, which, in fact, is always the case," she scoffed, finally plopping onto the couch beside me.

Ruined for anyone else. I knew about the mistress, of course. His secretary, a perky little thing half his age with fake tits and an even faker laugh. He’d been taking “work trips” with her for over a year now. I’d found the hotel receipts, the texts, the lingerie charges on our joint card. It should have hurt. It should have made me rage. But all I felt was a hollow indifference mixed with bitter amusement. How dare he cheat when he couldn’t even make his own wife come? What a pathetic joke of a man. So when the doorbell rang again, more insistently this time, I didn’t bother adjusting my robe. Let whoever it was see me like this—flushed, barely covered, nipples already tightening from the

The same Tuesday as Bring the documents. "Are you sure?" I whispered. "I sell houses to people who lie for a living. I know the difference between a man talking to his mistress and a man talking to his superior." She reapplied lipstick in the mirror. "Your husband doesn't have a mistress." I waited. "He has a boss." The door swung open, two women laughing. Maeve slid her predatory smile back on like a mask and winked. "Nice lunch, darling. Next time, make the floor plan more challenging."

She knew exactly who Ysa was, yet she still kept trying to get close to the billionaire, as if Ysa were nothing more than an inconvenience standing in her way. And you still have the nerve to seduce my husband? The thought almost made her smile. Let her mess. Ysa had nothing to prove to her. If the secretary wanted to embarrass herself by chasing a married man, that was her problem. But she should at least know one thing. Everyone already knows who his wife is. And apparently, so do you. Ysa slowly rose from the sofa. “I do not need you to believe me. I only need him to.” “He will see the truth soon enough,” the secretary snapped. “When the excitement fades. When the problems start. And they

she looks around, making sure no one is listening before leaning in “…I’m sleeping with your husband?” My eyes narrow. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe her. “Are you?” I ask. She has the good graces left to look ashamed. “It’s not like that, Mor. I swear to the goddess. I’m just his secretary that’s all.” It’s so easy to believe her. She’s doing the thing with her eyes. The one that makes me feel so bad each time I see it. Our food arrives. The aroma makes my stomach twist and bile rises in my throat.

My husband spat, anger rolling off him. "I don't understand, what's going on?" There was no way it was really what I thought, no way that my husband and his secretary were actually having an affair. Victor loved me and there was no way he’d ever do something like that. He would never betray me after all I'd done for him, for us.

He'd definitely been surprised by that conversation. Every husband had thought about having sex with other women, no matter what they proclaimed to their wives. Whether or not he acted on those urges was what made him a faithful husband. He was completely happy with his marriage, and would never cheat on his wife. That didn't mean he wasn't sexually attracted to other women. His new secretary was incredibly sexy, and not just because she looked so much like his wife. He found Marie sexy as well, but he'd never seriously considered having sex with her. The thought of Marie kneeling between his legs caused him to swell a little bit in his shorts. He shook the thoughts from his head.

She was inside a cubicle, sitting on the toilet bowl, when someone came in. "Is that Sir Sean's wife? She looks so big! Does she still look at her face in the mirror? She should still take care of her body even if she is pregnant. I would not be shocked if we would just hear that Sir Sean has a mistress already." What she heard left her speechless. She was surprised that they brought her up as their topic. "Yes! The new secretary is gorgeous and seductive. Maybe the boss replaced his cousin as the secretary because the new secretary is his mistress. No wonder he would look for another woman because his wife looks unappealing."

"You always say no to that, even though it's been a year. What about my needs? I am your husband." "That's why you have sex with your secret lover when I'm not around, because I can't give you what you want?" "How do you know that?" he asked, looking confused. "I read a great deal of your text chat with your new secretary online; she said she had a good time with you last night, and that vile text message makes me feel sick!" "This won't happen if you just give me what I want and meet my needs," he said, raising his voice.

Kate observed and knew that someone had gotten their hands on the copy of it. “My husband is in the hospital because of that manuscript,” Kate said sympathetically. “It’s only him madam,” The secretary said unconvincingly. Kate was reminded of her pupils, when they were not telling the truth. They had the habit of biting their nails and fidgeting. That was exactly what the secretary was doing. “Isn’t my husband your friend?” Kate asked. The secretary nodded. “Help me help him,” Kate asked. “I can lose my job madam.”