Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress Reddit Novels & Stories

Never in my life had I imagined that I would be humiliated by my husband, my supposed mate, in such a soul-crushing manner. "Prepare a dinner for me and Sofia. It's our third anniversary." Sofia is my husband's mistress. While I had only been married to my mate for two years. But from the moment I was announced as his Luna, my husband wasted no time in openly sharing our bed with Sofia.

"This is nothing! I heard from a friend at the hospital that when the wife was rushed in after the miscarriage, her husband used his connections to get the best doctor to deliver the mistress' baby instead. "The wife didn't receive timely treatment, which left her infertile. And even the daily supplements she's been drinking? They're leftovers from the mistress." "I know that woman! Not long ago, she was acting all righteous online, condemning the police for breaking the rabid dog's leg. It turns out she was the owner all along! She needs to be jailed!" Within hours, the news went viral. When Willow found out she was being attacked online, she threw a fit in her hospital room, wailing as if

"Have you told anyone else about your rebirth?" A short laugh escaped me. "No." Her brow lifted slightly. "No one?" I shook my head. "I can't." The answer came immediately. "They'd think I'm crazy." Nina smiled softly. "Perhaps." I groaned. "That's not reassuring." Her smile widened. "But I doubt your husband would react that way." My head snapped up. Nina looked entirely too pleased with herself. "He's very protective." I narrowed my eyes. "That's putting it mildly."

Della sat on the edge of the mattress, picking at a loose thread on her oversized shirt. Mireille made it sound so effortless, twisting the entire miserable event around until Della was the only villain in the room. Della stared at the red end-call button on the screen. She wanted nothing more than to hang up, but the suffocating reality of the Whitmore debts kept her fingers frozen. The hypocrisy was sickening, but it was just another calculated move from a woman who knew exactly how to twist the knife. "I have two seminars to prepare for today, Mireille." Della pressed her fingertips against her throbbing temple.

I had barely sat down at my desk when the influencer who called herself Sweetheart recognized me. She tossed a stack of files onto my desk. “Go get me a coffee.” I stared at her in silence. Her name was Tessa Quinn, and she looked uncannily like me. She was exactly Eugene’s type. Could my husband, the man who claimed to love me so deeply, really be keeping a mistress at the office behind my back? I didn’t want to alert her. Even if I was going to divorce him, I needed to gather evidence first.

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

At seven months pregnant, Charlotte Norman went in for a prenatal checkup and was told she needed her husband’s signature. That was when she discovered Bruce Ford had been living a double life all along. He had another family. And the woman at the center of that family was none other than Charlotte’s own older sister, Xena Norman. Even worse, the little girl Charlotte thought was her niece was actually Bruce’s illegitimate daughter. But the cruelest truth of all was about the baby in her own womb. Bruce had arranged for another man to get Charlotte pregnant, all to prove his loyalty to Xena. Her husband had betrayed her. Her parents had always favored her sister. Her in-laws had spent

CHAPTER 1: MAKING HIS MISTRESS MY WHORE Let me tell you how I became the woman who fucked both my husband and his mistress in the same night. Spoiler: I made them both beg. And not the cute, whiny little begs. I’m talking gut-deep, snot-and-tears, soul-selling begs. The kind where they’d lick the sweat from my ass to get another taste of my pussy. This isn’t a story about a broken heart. It’s about a fucking awakening. His cheating was the invitation I needed to explore... well, my true fantasies. Not the vanilla bullshit he’d so often subjected our marriage to.

My husband replied, and I huffed mirthlessly. As if reading about their relationships on various blogs wasn't enough, I had to listen as my husband fucked his business partner turned mistress. Just how fulfilling could my life get. “I-It's squeezing me so perfectly, I don't want to stop,” April continued. “I think I might need to lie down at this point. It's taking all my energy.” “Mine too,” Francesco replied. I was too stunned to utter a word as I listened to their dirty ramblings coupled with grunts and pants.

" @InternetOnFire: Girl LOG IN LOG IN LOG IN He is BEGGING. @HolyShitHolyShit: I never believed in second chances until this comment section. @DetectiveJollof: WAIT — mistress + wife upset online + divorce talks + moving on+ found a new man+ husband refusing to sign divorce papers+ court hearing and now, husband online as well+ husband creating an anonymous blog account to apologise to WIFE???!!! Somebody. Anybody. Put the pictures of these damn couple on our screen, PLEASE!! WOW." "@Luka Is he really her husband though? This might just be a random jobless soul getting busy on the internet."