Novel & Cerita To My Husband's Mistress Novel

The way he spoke to her was nothing like the cold, commanding tone he used with me. He ended the call and turned to me. “We’re going to the hospital. Nora got hurt.” For a second, my mind went blank. Then humiliation washed over me. He was not asking. He was informing me. He wanted me, his wife, to go with him to visit his mistress. The insult made my whole body go cold. I stared at the blurred city lights outside the window, my stomach twisting as though I might throw up every grievance I had swallowed over the years.

The worst part of everything was that they were morally and legally right to do that, to love each other, to kiss each other in every corner of the room and attend places—hands linked together. While with her, it was an abomination, something of utter recklessness and immorality. She was the one pushed to the position of the mistress—she could be nothing but that. Derek Jules, the man she dated and had spent way too long with, and the woman who had taken him away from her, Kaitlyn Moore. Through some messed up circumstances, they all lived in the same house. The wife, husband and his mistress. But there should be no hard feelings right? It was supposed to be an act.

The usual brightness was long gone after working overnight for months. "Yvonne! Is that you inside?" My own voice snapped me out of my daze. I looked up at her, Veronica, standing with visible annoyance. "Yes. I am Yvonne," I said, gently lifting the kid onto the bed. My fingers twitched slightly, realizing that my body would shake at this point. But knowing that my husband's mistress inside my body, using my face and identity, made me sick. "Let's talk outside, my husband's mistress." I didn't hide the bitterness in my tone.

she commented venomously. -"What are you talking about?" I asked her in surprise. -"What part do you not understand? Your beloved husband has a mistress. Several mistresses in fact!" she said maliciously. -"You are lying!" I shouted at her in frustration. -"See for yourself. Page 12" She said smugly and passed me the newspaper she held in her hands.

“Anyway, let them handle that little spoiled brat. Make sure to keep an eye on her if ever she’s around here.” “Yes, Madam.” While I was preparing Raven and Hyacinth’s meal, I thought of my husband’s mistress. She was the same. But it turned out that her first husband whom she divorced with scammed my husband. My husband was too foolish to get scammed by that bitch. But I don't blame him. He’s a kind hearted person. After all, I can’t have children after Raven.

That woman. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I gathered up a few papers and tossed them into the recycling bin. Sarah could care less about tidiness—she was all about appearances, lost in her own world of drama. But Cassie? She craved attention, basking in the belief that she had every right to invade my space. My blood boiled as I folded a stray sweater, my mind racing with emotions I refused to suppress any longer. Cassie. My husband’s mistress.

I let him play the video and I could see that Daya was getting angrier by the minute. Apparently, Daniel saw it too when he chuckled, “Brother, you might want to put that down before your mistress gets mad at you.” Daya finally spoke, “Stop calling me the mistress.” I laughed, “But you are his mistress. I was faithful to Victor during our entire marriage. You are just the latest mistress of the many he has engaged with. You are also the mistress he chose to divorce me for.

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.

"I just don't know how your idiot husband doesn't suspect where your money comes from?" I looked at my mistress lying naked beside me. It wasn't the first time she had passed information and done little favors for me; we'd been lovers for years, and no one had ever suspected. She was deceitful, and I liked that about her. She laughed when I asked about her husband, and taking the cigarette from my hand, she took a drag and said:

I have met her countless times in my husband's office during lunchtime. I always thought she visited my husband's secretary. It never occurred to me that she was my husband's mistress. Did they attack me? Why did I end up here?” I asked. There is no one to answer my question. The door swung open. I could not believe what my eyes saw. My husband walked in with his hand around Elle Waste. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want it to fall. Alaric didn't deserve it. I gazed away as I saw them and said, “Get out!”