To My Husband's Mistress Novel Novels & Stories

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

He had forced me into this life, promising glamour and Diamonds, but what I'd gotten was a gilded cage. Changing my Navy blue dress to a maroon silk one, I reapplied my make up and turned to make my way downstairs. At that moment, something caught my eye in the closet. I moved over to where my husband's coat hung and dipped my hand into the pocket where I spotted a flash of red. Disgust washed through me as I pulled out the red, lace panties. I knew who it belonged to. My husband's mistress, Juliana. He had done a good job keeping her secret, but I wasn't a fool.

he spat angrily. I smiled, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but you will. You see, Henry, I always knew your wife, the one you married out of inconvenience. Before I came here, I didn't understand why you married someone you don't love. But when I found you here, it gave me my answers. The Orchid picked her, you have two beautiful children, but she is not the one you love. Am I wrong? You also don't care whether she lives or dies, but your mistress is different." Henry's face paled, his eyes darting away as if searching for an escape. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Just the distant hum of morning outside the estate’s walls. She slid her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet touching the cool marble floor. A silk robe hung neatly on a nearby chair. She slipped into it as the weight of memory slowly pressed down on her shoulders. “Married. I’m actually married.” She unbelievably reminds herself. The memory of yesterday’s event lingers in her mind, heavy and unresolved. No matter how many times she turns over her husband's explanation about the proxy dog at their wedding, it just doesn’t sit right with her—she simply can’t bring herself to accept it.

“Honey! What’s going on? You told me you were divorced! You told me that woman died in Afrikad!” Justin was drenched in sweat. He rushed forward, trying to snatch the marriage certificate off the table. “Megan, listen to me. This isn’t what you think…” “Are you going to explain things now?” I let out a cold laugh. Then, my gaze moved past him and landed directly on the blond man. “Are you going to explain your bigamy? Or are you going to explain why you’ve invited this man for dinner when he's been sleeping with your wife while pretending to be her cousin?"

I said, my voice dripping with amusement. Her eyes flashed with anger. “That’s not—” “Oh, but it is, isn’t it?” I cut in smoothly, circling her slightly. “After all, it’s been a couple of years since you and your husband got married and yet you still haven’t been able to replace his mistress in his heart. I find it disturbing how you that’s been cheated on is hanging out with a former mistress.” A few gasps. Catherine flushed red. Athena’s expression changed. I smirked, enjoying the flicker of humiliation in her eyes.

Her own father, the man she had loved first and foremost, who had once opened her eyes to the wonders of the world, had played a sinister role in her life. Not only had he coerced Damon into marrying her, but he had also concealed the dark secret that her beloved husband was a murderer. The weight of these revelations crashed upon Riya like a relentless storm, leaving her mind in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Maya didn't want to believe what she was seeing right now was true. But everything was so real. Her husband, who had always been good to her, was doing something he shouldn't do with another woman. Something that was only hers, which should only be for her, Adam was now doing it with another woman. They seemed so absorbed that they didn't care about their surroundings, not realizing the presence of others who witnessed such a painful act for Maya. "Adam... I love you!" the woman who was on top of Adam exclaimed as she arched her back.

' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying. 'Easy for you to say, I thought this would too but life doesn't go as planned, coming back I was hit with the reality that it was a fling and you were.....' I couldn't let him finish the poisonous words he was spilling, my hand came in contact with his face. 'I was what a mistress?' I laughed at how ironic this was. 'Lo...'