Novel & Cerita To My Husband's Mistress Novel

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.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

If he could make me forget the father of my child, I could make him doubt the fidelity of his mistress. I spent the afternoon playing the role of the “reformed” wife. I didn’t hide in my room. I moved through the house with a quiet, submissive purpose, always lingering just long enough to drop a drop of venom. I made sure to leave a tab open on his private tablet—an article about “paternity fraud among corporate socialites”—and then quickly closed it with a flustered apology when he walked in. “I’m sorry, Daniel,” I said, my eyes wide and shimmering with fake tears. “I’m just… I’m so worried about the family legacy. I want everything to be perfect for the gala. I don’t want anyone to laugh a

Prologue I stood in front of our bedroom door, pacing back and forth, while my husband, Darius, was busy packing his things inside. My eyes were wet with tears, my heart breaking with pain. "Martha... I'm on my way." Hearing that, I rushed inside. I found him just finishing packing, so I stopped. My heart felt like it was going to explode with pain as I thought about him leaving me for Martha... his mistress. When he was finally done, he turned to the door where I was. He paused for a moment when our eyes met, but he seemed indifferent to my tears and walked past me.

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”

Yvonne clung to his arm affectionately while I stood five steps away, the divide clear as day. "You see that?" someone whispered. "He cheated with his mistress and even got her pregnant, yet he's still trying to keep his wife from leaving." "What does he expect her to do? Stick around and take care of his mistress while she gives birth?" another remarked. "He's disgusting. Acting all lovey-dovey after cheating? Makes me want to puke," someone spat. Each word cut deep, and none of it escaped Caleb's ears. He opened his mouth as if to explain, but when he glanced at Yvonne clinging to his arm, he couldn't muster a single word. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as I walked away.

Juliet's raised her brows feeling stunned. "I just found out, " Mia nodded, "I tried to kill myself. You see me here but I am dead inside. I lost the will to live when I learned about his affair. What's giving me strength and the will to keep on living, is this hatred I bear for his mistress." Her face contorted with rage. "How are you convinced that your husband is having an affair?"

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

"What have I done? You already know, don't you? You had Jocelyn possess a cat and sent it to me so she could drain my life. "The two of you planned it all out together. Drain me dry, let me wither and die, and then she takes my place as first wife while you carry on being the distinguished Mr. Hughes. All I did was find your little cat 50 toms to breed with, and you can't even handle that?" Edmund's face flushed a deep red. "What nonsense are you spouting?" "Nonsense?" I reached into my sleeve, pulled out a sheet of paper, and unfolded it slowly.