Novel & Cerita To My Husband's Mistress Novel

"What are you implying, huh?" Elena stepped forward, leaned into Victoria’s ear, and whispered in a cold, enigmatic tone: "Nothing. I just suddenly remembered a story about a friend of mine. She had a perfect and loyal husband, but the wife was playing around, cheating with another man behind his back. She thought her husband was stupid and loved her too much to ever find out. But as it turned out, the husband was secretly reciprocating that betrayal by doing the exact same thing behind her back. Painful and crazy, isn't it?"

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

He failed to see Alicia grinning wickedly. ♆♆♆♆♆♆♆♆♆ Anna walked into her husband's house, she met her husband fucking his mistress on the sitting room couch. The both of them didn't get up, instead they continued the very act they were doing. Anna stood right there and waited for them to finish their business. "Hmm, I never thought you would go back here. I was already getting prepared, to send your kids to an orphanage." Steve said getting up from his mistress, once he had filled her up with his cum.

Sarah! Derrick yelled from his room while I was in Gillian's room. "Find them yourself. Or ask your mistress to prepare them." I approached him, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm still your husband!" he yelled again, his eyes bulging. It seemed that Derrick had finally exploded. Good. In that case, he would agree to the divorce eventually. "What kind of husband are you, Derrick? A depraved husband like you doesn't deserve respect! I'd rather not have a husband than be constantly hurt. I'm exhausted. I'm fucking done!" I shouted back.

“Tell me, what have you been up to lately?” They settled into a comfy corner, Mia disclosed to Olivia all the fine details of her rom-com inspired charade. It was Mia, who wore her heart on her sleeve, who ended up sharing with Olivia her strange affair drama. The more she talked about their made-up marriage and the need for a believable mistress, the problems they encountered, the more she hoped for the perfect mistress for Ethan. With a combination of curiosity and excitement reflected in her enigmatic eyes, Olivia was fully focused.

“Maybe.” Hope flashed in his eyes. Then I finished, “But not for me.” His lips parted. I looked at him calmly. “I have a husband now. His name is Elliot Graves. He loves me, and I love him.” Elliot came to my side then. He did not gloat. He did not touch Mark. He only stood beside me, steady and unafraid. Mark stared at him. Then his gaze fell to the ring Elliot had just placed on my hand. Something in his expression finally gave way.

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

“You’ll need to be elsewhere for the next few days. I’ll have my assistant arrange a hotel.” The air left my lungs. Celia Thorne. His mistress was returning to the country tomorrow? My heart stopped. I knew the woman of course, how couldn’t I? She’d been the object of his love ever since I entered his life or why before that. He never really mentioned her in front of me, but she was always there. A shadow I couldn’t really do better than. Whenever he traveled abroad on his numerous business trips, news of their romance would be splashed on all tabloids.

“Ha! That’s not a problem. But I won’t share my plan until it has been executed. I don’t trust you girls. Someone might give him a heads-up.” “Come on, aren’t we sisters?” “Well, when I discovered my husband was seeing a mistress, I acted normal,” One of the ladies gloated. “Then I hired a desperate guy in need of money. Gave him some cash and lent him a car and a villa to woo that girl. He snatched her in an instant, and my husband was heartbroken for weeks. As the caring wife, I was there to mend his broken heart, of course.” The ladies’ laughter rang in the air, and Cora joined in and asked the maids to take the babies inside.