Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress Reddit Novels & Stories

Later on, she grinned. "Of course! This is yours, Soren. You know that I only have you as my man and we did 'it' many times and lately," my eyes widened at what I heard. Many times? Lately? Does that mean something happened to them just these past few days? Eventually, Rachel's gaze shifted to me. "Did you already know that I'm your husband's mistress?" She told me and I just gasped because of it. OMG, she is still proud that she's a mistress. Is it something to be proud of?

A video exposing Eanes manipulating public opinion surfaced, revealing his true nature to everyone. After everyone knew the truth about him, some savvy bunch even uncovered that Yasmine was the kept woman of a wealthy man. "Childhood friends? LMAO. There's no such thing as 'just friends' between men and women. That's just an excuse to cover up something shady." "Eanes really thought he could play the game, huh? He ended up getting burned! And with a gold-digging side chick, no less. LOL!" "Anyone else remember his announcement on Twitter? Looking back, it's actually hilarious."

If the views hit 100 thousand, I'd cut another 14 grand. The realtor's eyes lit up, and they started a video on the spot. "This is the love nest a cheating husband and his mistress built. The wife is willing to take a massive loss and dump it cheaply!" The video went viral immediately. When Nate saw it, he called me and yelled into the phone. "Wendy, do you really have to do this?!" I laughed. "What's wrong? Wasn't I right? Trash deserves to be called out!"

There was no effort to hide the ridicule in his voice. Or the satisfaction. He knew I had seen the text. He wanted to see me embarrassed. Helpless. Broken. But strangely, I felt calmer than ever. At last, the man in front of me had dropped every mask. I walked up to him and met his eyes. “What’s wrong, Mr. Hart?” I said coolly. “Tired of your mistresses already, so now you’re looking for trouble with your wife?” I gave a faint laugh. “Or is my affair just not elegant enough for you? In a miserable marriage, finding someone to lean on is a pretty normal response, isn’t it?”

I gaze my whole body at the royal human mirror and spin my body around. What the fuck! What is this cloth? It looks like from ancient time in China! I don't remember wearing this before I d-die.... What the hell... Did I died but got reincarnated right away, but where.... Oh my! Is it in the novel of One thousand Years or Beautiful maniquin or Mi amoré.... I know, okay... I like that way... No twist, no killing... Just intimate moments and Funny moments.... As I continue spinning my body around but still complaining in my mind as what novel did I reincarnated with... A woman figure dash in my room, holding a tray full of medicine....

"You... You know..." "Of course, I do." I stood up and looked down at her. "The Life-Drain System, right? Possess a cat, latch onto someone, and drain their life to extend your own." Josy broke down completely. She began slamming her head against the cage bars, over and over, the iron rattling with each impact. "How could you know? How could you possibly know?" "Because I was reborn too," I said softly. "In my last life, you drained every drop of life I had. You left me to wither and die in my sickbed, and you killed my child."

Richard said. "But darling, why are you suddenly talking about this things?" Richard asked, not quite understanding what was on his wife's mind. Actually, this was the first time that Richard was unable to tell what Amanda was thinking. "Because I'm a reincarnate." Amanda finally said after gathering her courage. She did not want to hide the secret anymore. What if something happened to her! "What did you just say?" Richard asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice. "I have lived once and died, then I was reborn." Amanda explained in the simplest manner she could master.

You should spend the rest of your life wallowing in the mud, alone," I growled. I flagged down a cab and left without a second glance. The crowd, expecting a romantic moment, stood stunned. My words shattered the illusion. Realizing Caleb was nothing but a scumbag, people began filming the scene and uploading videos online. The clips quickly went viral, and he became an overnight internet sensation—the poster child for cheating husbands. As his reputation crumbled online, he stood frozen in place, staring after me as the cab drove off. His eyes were swollen and red, as though he had been crying for days.

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 face twisted. “That isn’t fair.” “No,” I said. “What wasn’t fair was bleeding on your driveway while you carried another woman away. What wasn’t fair was watching you cut down the last thing my parents left me because Megan said the flowers made her sick. What wasn’t fair was spending nine years as your wife and still having to prove I mattered.” The chapel was silent. Mark looked at me as if each sentence had taken something from him. “I can change,” he said. “Maybe.”