My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

“How does your wife put up with your three secretaries a day habit, cousin?” “Wife?!?” the woman squeaked, then she turned angrily to Edgar. “You didn’t tell me you were married!” “It’s a temporary condition, I assure you. Give us a minute, baby, then we can finish where we left off,” Edgar retorted smugly. She looked embarrassed as she tried to get past Heith who caught her arm, and whispered menacingly in her ear, “Don’t forget your skivvies in the corner.” The secretary turned to look where Heith pointed; beside the trash can was a bright red lace thong. The poor woman looked even more mortified. “Those aren’t mine.”

All I knew was that the secretary had sent me multiple messages and frequently told me to stay away from my husband, reminding me that our connection was only contractual. "I... I'm not sure, Philip," I admitted. "But I can't shake this unease about his secretary. Our arguments have become more frequent and more intense. This trip back from Paris is my last resort. Why else would she be in our apartment if there wasn't something between them? If I hadn't arrived that night... God, I don't even want to imagine what might have happened. A cheating husband is the last thing I need in my life!" My chest tightened, and tears nearly spilled. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions.

Helen swept me off my feet when I first saw her. She was my first love but I was left heartbroken when my best friend, Nathan showed me images of her wedding photos. Too bad some shit happened and she died…I choose not to remember what went down that night, years back. But a miniature of her is under my roof. Under my care. My second wife heard a scandal about me and my secretary which wasn’t exactly true. I wasn’t dicking my secretary then. I don’t know who recorded her making advances towards me.

Fred began to wonder if the girl finished her degree with bribing the lecturers. "You can go home early today," Fred said at last. "Really?" replied Jackline with a smile. "Of course. You can even take your salary earlier than everyone else. If necessary you'll get a bonus too. The office treasurer will definitely do that for you. Are you happy?" Fred continued. "Yes," replied Jacklien who didn't understand sarcasm. "Good. Now you can go. Don't forget to pack your things because I'm giving you leave for good!" Fred walked quickly back into his room. He slammed the glass door until it cracked. He was feeling very disappointed with his secretary. The woman was still underperforming even after

"It's not who I think it is, is it?" Perry scoffed. "How do I know? I can't read minds, you know?" "The only woman I met before coming here was your secretary, man. She can't possibly be the one, yeah?" He asked him curiously. "And what if it's her?" "Wait, what? Your wife is your secretary?!"

I still hung my head, I wonder what could have happened between him and Sebastian and why he was referring to him as a scumbag, I wondered what could be wrong. “Y..yes.” I murmured, “but, how did you figure that out?” “The mug cup.” He pointed to the cup in my hands, “only his secretaries can touch this cup, and that man is known for something.” He stopped. “What is that?” “He has been involved with every of his secretaries. I have only met one of his secretary, I never saw the others because I joined this company just a year ago.” He continued, “it’s like a thing for him, and now you’re his secretary, which means the same thing would be happening between you two. But you’re married and I’m

I'm overcome with immense fear as a part of me wants to escape from here before he finds out that I'm aware of his affair, but another part of me knows that I can't ignore this. Tears fill my eyes and start rolling down my cheeks in torrents. I continue to cry silently as my husband fucks his secretary who is also his childhood friend. I experience a shortness of breath, and my hands tremble around the handle of my bag. I've always had my suspicions about them, but they all made me feel stupid for even suspecting him at all. Now I wish I had followed my instincts. Then I would have been able to avoid all this. The emptiness of the large foyer of my husband– Adrian's office leaves me feeling

He knows I don't like his mistress! "I didn't show up the day we left. She's been calling me since yesterday. She's probably going to look for me." "What right does she have to do that?" I turned to face him directly, my thick eyebrows now furrowed. "Give me your phone! I'm going to tell that woman off! You're married, but she's still chasing after you! What is she? A dog? A flirty dog!" "Tessa." "It's so annoying!" He sighed. I wanted to be nice to him, to win him over completely, but that Martha was really getting on my nerves!

"This afternoon his secretary stirred up a fuss and had to be dismissed. Not only did she get her hands onto my personal belongings, but she used my husband's name and card to purchase things. Now everyone thinks he's going around with a mistress." "That's terrible. I'm sorry that happened to you," I tell her and I can't help but wonder if the secretary from this afternoon had anything to do with it, though she was just George's secretary. Still, what is it with the secretaries of rich people pulling stuff like this? It seems there is a high demand for good help, since so many of them are so poorly trained. "Well, hopefully it won't spiral out of control, otherwise my husband will definitely

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”