To My Husband's Mistress Novel Novels & Stories

“I no longer have the means and access to the professionals to accomplish such a feat, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m happy they’re dead. My husband has a penchant for huntresses in recent years, probably because they’re young and most have an almost perfect body from your profession’s need to work out. He was terrified of what I’d do to his subsequent mistresses that he hired professionals to keep them safe. Can you believe that? Hiring people to keep his mistresses safe from his own wife. And the most stupid part of his whole plan is that he thinks I don’t know. He hasn’t told me about the current crisis, but if I were to guess, I’d say his hired professionals screwed up.” “Clearly,”

“When did I even have the time to cheat on you? Tell me. Was it when you kept me locked away like a prisoner, pacing the same four walls of our packhouse every day, wondering if I was even still your wife or just your property? Or was it that night at the party, Cade? Should I remind you?” His jaw tightened, but I didn’t give him the chance to respond. I stepped closer, my voice cutting into him like a blade. “While you were too busy fucking your mistress in our suite, I was standing outside that very door, guarding it—making sure no one walked in on you and discovered what kind of man you really are. I stood there humiliated, pretending like I didn’t hear every disgusting sound coming from

I was here to heal from cancer, not to fix my marriage. Memories clouded my mind, and I smiled as I recalled the last twenty-four hours by Gregory’s side. I turned the doorknob, and when I entered the house, I noticed that feminine figure elegantly seated on the sofa. Her eyes fell on mine, and a wave of shock hit me, stripping away every illusion I had felt. It was her—my husband’s mistress. Her heels clicked against the cold floor of the house as she walked toward me, each step bringing her closer until she stopped right in front of me, looking so elegant with a wide smile on her face.

Her stepbrother, Matt, had been with her throughout the day, not resting, unlike her husband, who had claimed he had some pressing work to take care of, while that was just an excuse. Earlier that day, he had met his mistress. While his wife ran around, trying to save their baby, he had been in the arms of another woman. Dominic had never liked lactating mothers. He hates mothers, generally, and intends to divorce his wife now that her curves have filled out. The idea of a child had all been Mara's. She wanted one, and he gave it to her even though he didn't want it. Mara didn’t know about it. She didn’t know that her ‘loving’ husband was planning on divorcing her. She had felt his withdrawa

What mess do I have to clean this time? I adjusted in my seat and kept a straight face. I have to be prepared to hear the worst from this man and prepare to work like the corporate slave that I am. “I intend on taking a mistress." My eyes widened, “A mistress?” I repeated after him. Despite not having a loving relationship with my husband, taking a mistress was the least thing I expected from him. Sex with us was good, Infact great. “Why?” I blurted out. Why does he need a mistress?

The plot twist was almost too much to handle. "So yes, this was a complete, calculated scam by a man who wanted to protect his mistress. He had no problem pinning his own infertility on his wife and letting her be torn apart by public opinion," I said. "If you were that wife, what would you do?" I looked out over the sea of reporters. There was no rage in my eyes, only the quiet numbness of a heart that was broken beyond repair. "As for setting him up…" I smiled bitterly. "I never needed to set him up. All I needed to do was lay out everything he'd actually done in front of everyone."

My blood ran cold. I stared at George, who was holding Myra. Complicated emotions churned in my chest. "Was this done on purpose?" Had they deliberately provoked me just so I'd be caught on camera? "Rach, even if you can't stand seeing Georgie and me together, you shouldn't make a scene here. If you're upset, let's talk after the show. I'll apologize to you properly, okay?" Myra said softly. The live stream comments exploded. "What the hell? The real wife has to apologize to the mistress?"

That night, I did a vigil by overthinking about everything, about my shitty life and my fate, and it only went worst in the morning time, cause my dear husband decided it was time to leave me again, just when I was considering maybe coming clean to him about my affair with my nephew and seeking his forgiveness I told myself at least I might still be able to gain my marriage, and not lose everything like how it was starting to seem like, but instead he decided to fail me and leave again for work like he claimed, but as he dressed up, I scrolled through his contact and found out this so called work was from his mistress after all The mistress he had replaced his wife with, so no, I owe him no

Time flew by quickly. When we both came out of the bathroom, the sky was darker, blocking out the sunlight. Raindrops wet the large windows surrounding us. Hugo hugged me from behind again, but when he was about to kiss my neck, I stopped him. “No. I don’t want my husband to get suspicious.” “Ah, I’m curious about one thing,” he said. I turned around and looked at him with a curious expression. “About what?” His lips formed a sly smile. “I’m curious about Mrs. Lisa Walker’s sex life. Does the honorable and wealthy Mr. Chris Walker not satisfy his beautiful wife’s sexual desires? And how many men have already enjoyed your beautiful body?”

I shook my head immediately. “No,” I said firmly. “That’s not what happened.” He tilted his head slightly. I swallowed, my throat suddenly tight. “My husband pushed me,” I said slowly, each word heavier than the last. “Off a balcony, because of his mistress, my best friend” His smile faded a little at that.. “That’s not what he told the press,” he said calmly, leaning back in the chair like he had nowhere urgent to be. “And it’s a little weird you’re still calling him your husband.”