My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

I clench my fists around the steering wheel. David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

I watched how he was sweating and I knew he did a lot of work. "Charles, how am I sure you don't have sex inside your office, and that's the reason you came late." He laughed out loud, "My secretary is my office sex-machine. You know me, I can't just keep on pounding only my wife." I was very shocked. "What if your wife is doing the same outside?" "She wouldn't even dare. She believes I am for her so she doesn't think in that direction. I don't waste time, quickie is the sweetest and…."

I nodded and followed her. As we approached, I couldn't help but feel a chill. His secretary knocked before opening the door. I stood there, observing him. I could see his entire face. Despite the wrinkles on his forehead, he's still handsome, but he's also a red flag. He got someone pregnant and still had the nerve to court me? I ended up being the mistress. He was seriously doing paperwork, not even bothering to glance at me as I entered. What else could I expect? "The contract," he broke the silence.

Just my secretary. I was just his secretary. A hollow ache spread through my chest like a slow burn. After all the possessiveness, the dominance, the orders, long list of rules—after everything—he couldn’t even say it out loud. Couldn’t tell the world I was his wife. Was I that bad? Was I just some secret he wanted to keep tucked away? Why? Why would he parade me around at home like a belonging, only to deny the title in public? What was wrong with me? Was I really not worth the woman he could call his wife?

Yet six years into their marriage, a marriage that birthed their only daughter Carla Martin started staying out late and making horrible excuses for not being there for his wife and daughter; it all turned out at the end of the day that Martins was cheating on her with his secretary. She found out the day she went to pay him a surprise visit in the office. She had her most sexy outfit on and wanted to show it to her husband. When she got to his secretary’s office, she was not there but as she got her husband’s office, she heard soft moans and whispers she didn't even bother to see further, she knew it was her husband and he was fucking his secretary. “That's why I don't pay any attention to

“Arhhhh….yess boss! Suck it! I’m all yours” My eyes widened in disbelief as my legs stiffened,my soul shattered completely , leaving me confused as to whether I should confront them or allow myself to be privy to the ongoing affair taking place in the inner room of my husband’s office. ‘Is Julian having sex with his secretary?’ A devastating picture of Julian letting his thrust into her while she ran her hands through his hair,pushing hard against his cork, rushed through my mind. I settled on a chair as tears strolled down my face.

In a grand style, I arrived in the home of my husband—or should I say, ex husband because our marriage was as good as dead. I ignored the flabbergasted look of his securities and I went straight to the lounge hoping to find him there and I did. I met Gabriel Damasco, my heartless husband having brunch with a familiar woman—something he never did with me. Jessica Ford, his secretary.

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!”

“You looked ready to commit actual murder in there. Over a man asking for one night. One night, Khalid. People ask for worse things in situations like that.” Khalid kept his eyes on the road. “He asked for my wife.” “Oh, please.” She turned her head just enough to glare at his profile. “I’m your secretary who happens to wear a ring because my mother forced me. Don’t start with the possessive husband act. It makes you look constipated.” “I wasn’t acting,” he said. “You were, you men act like that, you had the same face my cousin makes when someone touches the last piece of fried chicken. Pure unhinged ownership and it’s embarrassing.”

It doesn't surprise me anymore; the fact that my own legally married husband is a womanizer who doesn't even care about my feelings and how heart wrenching it is for me to always enter this room to meet him in this position. They both paused and the shameless sound of moans coming from the shameless bitch who was surely enjoying every bit of my husband also ceased. Turning to look at me, there was no sign of remorse in Haynes cold, dark eyes and that made me chuckle. What was more funny was that the lady was my secretary who I had just recently hire because I've had to replace them multiple times because of this bastard staring at me with eyes devoid of emotions. "Bastard!"