The Other Mrs Novels & Stories

I shoved the sheet-covered mess onto the tiles and hissed, “Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. And if she stirs, you know what to do.” Marissa gasped. “Mama, I can’t—” “Then sit on her if you must!” I snapped. I smoothed my hair, grabbed my keys, and stepped outside into the cool night. The air smelled of damp earth and cut grass, and for a fleeting second, I thought I heard the faint hum of a television from a neighboring house. “Oh, Margaret!” I froze, every muscle locking in place. Mrs. Robinson. The bane of my existence. The elderly widow lived two doors down, all lace curtains and endless gossip, and had some inexplicable fondness for Ava.

I hadn’t seen her since… well, forever. I scoffed. Next came Mrs. Valen, Nicole's mother. They had the same smile. Sort of. Nicole’s smile always reached his eyes but this woman, her smile was anything but genuine. Then there was Elder Mira, the Gamma's widow, who had more opinions than sense. And finally, Mrs. Alanna, ever watchful, perched like a hawk at my right. She leaned in slightly “the rest of them would be here soon” Rest of them? There’s more?

she sneered at me with a mocking smile. Of course, that sentence really cut my heart, but I was mentally prepared for a situation like this, because I was well aware of my current position. "Sorry, Madam. I'm not Mr. bedmate. Daniel Noel but his second wife, and we married not out of love but because of the mistake your husband made to me one night," I confirmed.

Isla Cross gave up her name on the company letterhead the day her daughter was born, and told herself the trade was worth it, because she still had the marriage. Then a stranger's vacation photo puts her husband's face where it shouldn't be and every time she gets close to proof, he's got an explanation smooth enough to make her doubt what she saw. A suspicious text about his sister. A friend's cryptic warning. A condom that shouldn't exist. And finally, in the lobby of the company she helped build, a receptionist who doesn't recognize her and greets the woman walking in behind her as "Mrs. Cross." Isla stops asking questions out loud. She starts building a case instead, with a little help f

Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official. “I’m also pleased to meet you-” “What a pity. I would like my daughter to marry Gavin.” I slightly pursed my lips when an old lady said those while looking at me like she found something unmatched. I smiled. Mrs. Matt Taba. A wife of a middle class nobleman. “Same.” “What was that, Mrs. Morgan?” “Same to you all, it’s nice meeting all of you. I would like to have a chat with all of you but my husband might worry. He loves me very much anyway.”

Because if he is bold enough to enter my space, to touch my life so intimately— Then he must believe he is untouchable. And that is his first mistake. The Other Me Marcus is still glowing with happiness when I return to the dining table. He still believes I did all this. The thought makes my stomach twist. As we eat, I notice something else. The way the table is set. It’s exactly how I would have done it. The plates. The wine glass. Even the damn napkins. Every small detail matches my habits. I grip my fork tighter.

I shrieked, struggling against his iron grip. He shoved me outside the room, sending me sprawling onto the cold floor like garbage. I scrambled to my feet, furious. He pointed a finger at me. "If you’re still here when I come back, you’ll regret it." Then he slammed the door in my face. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. What a coincidence. Ace Alessandro—the arrogant asshole who humiliated me—was Megan’s husband. And Megan? She was an actress. No wonder she looked so familiar.

They were like tiny beacons of elegance, framing my face and complementing the gown that adorned my body. Suddenly the door creaked open, interrupting the moment. I turned my head, my gaze falling upon the figure entering the room. It was Mrs. Mae, a woman of power and influence within the mansion. And for a fleeting second, I caught a glimpse of Alpha Nate passing by, his presence stirring a mixture of emotions within me.

Clap. Mrs. Prescott clapped once, and the man froze, glancing at her in confusion. She let out a long, dramatic sigh, shaking her head like she was bored with the scene. “This isn’t going to be fun,” she said lazily. “Let’s start with the other plan.” My stomach twisted. Other plan? She said it like she had a hundred ways to destroy me and was just picking whichever felt most entertaining. The man stood back up. The other joined him. Without a word, both disappeared through a side door. The silence they left behind felt thick and cold, like something was shifting.

"Hello, Mrs ....." Mrs. Kurtz's brown eyes sparkled happily as she cut me off, "Rhi, my dear, I know Ron has told you to call me Bet or Betty. I'm not prim and proper enough to be called Mrs. Kurtz, that was my mother. And before you question anything, you're more than welcome to stay as long as you need to. Pauline and Edward are going to take Ron and I to town so that you girls can have the day to yourselves. I know you have a lot to discuss."