The Other Mrs Novels & Stories

“London knows him.” Before I can ask further, Mrs. Able enters carrying a tray with tea and wine glasses like we’re discussing stock investments instead of my criminal rehabilitation. “Oh lovely,” Ramos says politely. Mrs. Able beams. “Officer, you look exhausted.” “Is that visible?” “To women over fifty? Tragically.” She hands him a glass of wine. Then, while Ramos thanks her, she glances toward me and winks. I stare at her. Mrs. Able. Margaret Able.

He simply treated me like any other person, and that was something I had not realized I was missing until then. One rainy Tuesday afternoon, the shop was unusually quiet. The heavy downpour had kept most people indoors, and only a few brave souls had ventured out to buy something to eat. Mrs. Cruz had decided to run some errands, leaving me in charge of locking up later. I was wiping down the glass display case, my mind wandering to the past—to the grand mansion, the lies, and the man who had both loved and hurt me—when the bell above the door jingled softly.

"Hello?" An elderly voice came through the speaker. "Is… Is this Rose?" I paused. "Yes, this is Rose. May I ask who's calling?" "I'm… Hunter's mother." I fell silent. "Mrs. Hayes, is there something you need?" "Could… Could we meet?" she pleaded. "I'm begging you." After a moment's hesitation, I agreed. … We met at a coffee shop. Hunter's mother, Michelle, looked even older than I had imagined. Her hair had turned completely white. She wore plain clothes, and the light in her eyes was gone.

They watched me, and I gulped every time I looked at them; some looked at me with admiration, while others looked at me with envy. "Mrs. Knight, really, wow, implies Aaron is now married," one attractive blond lady, who seemed four or five years older than me and was dressed in an elegant satin purple gown, remarked with a little twisted chin as she approached me, staring at me from head to toe. "Hmm, nice earrings," she remarked, "dear, my name is Mrs. Lawrence," she added, hugging me on the side, "come join us," she said. I nodded, my cheeks hot, as she talked.

'Adrien and David have similar physiques? I have never seen David in person before, so I didn't know about this nor relate the two of them with each other,' Kisa thought. Kisa gripped the door frame tightly as she listened attentively to the conversation between Mrs. Mullen Sr. and Albert. Mrs. Mullen Sr. sighed, "They do look similar, but he isn't that b*stard. Otherwise, I'll make him kneel before Vivian and atone for his sins."

Josephine smiled before her eyes went to Ana who returned her gaze with a smile. “Well, after the madam gone, I....I honestly don't know what I should do and whom I should cater for anymore.” Mrs Davis muttered and Ana could only imagine what kind of an extraordinary woman she must have been. But then if it was so, then why did Mariana not think to inform Adam's family about him? She wondered if Mariana didn't know anything about Jack being Adam. But then she also got to know that she and Anton had a son but wondered what the actual puzzle was.

He would always make up with me quickly. "Mr. Maple and Ms. Pell, you are so sweet together!" The saleswoman flattered us. Nodding sweetly, I waved. "We'll get this apartment unit. We can sign the contract today." When we were about to sign the contract, I made a trip to the bathroom because I had a stomach ache. When I returned, I found Ryan facing off a woman in a pair of loose-fitting pants. I shook the water off my hands and hurried over in confusion, just in time to hear the woman growl at him, "The Maple family is shameless!"

He didn't understand of course, but Jenn—one of the female maids—helped me translate it to him. I walked inside the big kitchen, Igor was absent(strange, given the kitchen was practically his home.) I saw a few maids doing the dishes, I walked up to them and gently dropped the plate, all three looked up at me with horror, the other two who were cleaning also looked at me with the same look, I started to wonder what the problem was. Had Aleksei kissed me so hard he ruined my lipstick!

Morgan said and the two of them; Alan and Amanda nodded. "Well then, that's it. I will get started on it" Morgan said standing up, she shook hands with Amanda; who thanked her profusely, she turned to Alan and gave him a brief nod. She was about to leave when the door suddenly opened and a distorted Maya stood there.