My Husbands Secretary Thought I Was His Mistress Novels & Stories

I sent evidence of my husband Jerome Maslow's affair to the family group chat. The chat fell silent, though private messages began pouring in nonstop. I ignored them, turned off my phone, and headed to work. Jerome's mistress was Audrey Norton, a young streamer our company had just signed last month. When I arrived, she was mid-livestream, energetically twirling around in a short skirt and high heels. I signaled the room controller to pause the live stream. Once the microphones were off, I finally spoke.

His apology wasn’t going to bring her back. “I beg you, Rebecca,” he continued, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and I threw it all away. I cheated on you with some chick in my office.” There it was again. Another lie, as transparent as glass. His tone was almost dismissive as he referred to his secretary as'some chick.’ If she had meant so little to him, would he have married her the second I was out of the picture? My lips curled into a smirk. The hypocrisy was laughable.

I had been trying not to think about that. “You know I had no intention of making her feel bad,” I said, guilt prickling under my skin. “But thinking about what I saw at their house… I just felt disgusted. I couldn't hide it.” “You saw something?” Rowan asked, brows raising. I exhaled sharply. “I caught the husband and the secretary in the act. And I'm sure she has no idea they're playing house behind her back.” “What!” Rowan’s voice shot up. “Yeah,” I muttered. “And honestly? The man was older than her. I don't get why she's chosen someone like that.”

Disbelieving what my eyes saw, I immediately left the room without a single word. A few minutes later as I sat in the living room, trying to process the obscene scene earlier, I heard deliberate footsteps approaching from the stairs. Camellia Kingston, my secretary and my husband, Keaton walked with a slow stride to the living room and even chatted discreetly. I didn't believe my eyes. All the years of my marriage, I have heard couples complaining about their cheating spouse. But I was oblivious to all of that because of Keaton's loyalty to me and our son.

“What are you doing here?” Fairly certain the contents of my stomach were back where they belonged, I replied, “I've come to see you, darling husband.” I stood up…. dramatic flair had always made me feel confident. “At least that was what I told your secretary. Turns out she still believes we're a married couple.” “Of course he still believes it,” he said in a low voice, closing the door behind him. He set his briefcase on the chair next to the door and walked directly to his bar. “That's what we are.”

MELLY'S POV My shoulders slumped, I step back into the apartment, the image of my husband fucking his secretary by the wall of his office still very much burned behind my eyelids. I feel so terrible. How could he? I've thought and thought about what I might have done wrong or where I'm suddenly lacking. ... But I haven't been able to come up to with anything; I've been the devoted wife, worked and helped with the bills------- until I got pregnant------- and as for our sex life.

**COLE LUCAS CONFIRMS SECRET MARRIAGE** **MYSTERY WOMAN IDENTIFIED AS WIFE** **CEO DENIES AFFAIR — CLAIMS WIFE IN PHOTOS** Inside Cole Designs, the building seemed to collectively lose the ability to function normally. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Phones appeared in hands that had been holding nothing a moment before. People gathered in doorways and beside reception desks and at the edges of conference rooms, watching the same footage on different screens, wearing the same expression — the particular, disoriented expression of people trying to locate the story they'd believed they were following and realizing it had been replaced by something else entirely. Because the scandal they'd

As if I didn’t belong here. “Mia, I let her sleep here because she’s exhausted and needs proper rest.” So now he’s explaining to his secretary why his wife is in the master’s bedroom? Pathetic. “What about our sleepover later? Hello? I thought we were going to stay together tonight to help you relax?” Her tone sounded disappointed, like she actually expected it. This woman is getting bolder every day. Before Ethan could answer, I spoke. “Who are you to question him?” I said calmly. “What do you think we are? Housemates?” I emphasized the word. “We’re husband and wife. What exactly does a secretary expect?” I gave her a smile—one that would surely annoy her for the rest of the day.

I stayed back in the office because I wanted him to have his space and go over his words and actions since we returned from having lunch. If he’s bothered, he can confide in me because I’m his wife during this period, and as his wife, I deserve to know what’s wrong with my husband. “I’ll get the truth out of him,” I muttered to myself before going out of his office with the sole aim of finding him. “Where’s my husband?” I asked the secretary calmly, but she picked up the telephone and pretended to be speaking to someone. Her action pissed me off to the core. I snatched the telephone and placed it to my ear to confirm if it was truly an act or an actual call.

Raymond replied absentmindedly. Silvi's already wide eyes grew even wider. "Seriously, sir...?" The curvaceous, sweet-smelling therapist was genuinely shocked. Of course, the thought was hard for her to believe. How could a handsome, well-built man like Raymond, with such an impressive physique, have a wife who was cheating on him? Just how beautiful must his wife be? Silvi wondered, unable to wrap her head around it...!!