To My Husband's Mistress Novel Novels & Stories

The sheer nerve of him to falsely accuse his wife of cheating, while he accompanied his mistress to her checkup! [His poor wife! I guess nobody can have it all, huh? We all thought she hit the jackpot by landing herself a charming, rich husband, but turns out he's an utter scum. The sheer nerve of him to turn the narrative against poor Nikita! I bet he's using his power and money against her!] [Does anyone know what the mistress is doing at the hospital? Do tell!] The original poster replied a few minutes later. [She's here to get an abortion.]

Camilla Varela’s Point of View I never thought my life would turn out like this. I stood at the entrance of my own house, frozen and humiliated, as my husband Lucas and his mistress disappeared upstairs. Before they left, the woman had given me a disgusted look, her words still ringing in my ears.

I couldn’t even come to think of anyone better than Regina, my husband’s mistress, who could actually be one pulling the strings. I mean, she was the only one who had been loathing on me ever since I got married to Justin. It was because she badly wanted Justin for herself despite how Grandma didn’t want her for Justin. And even though Justin and I were already married, she would still go and meet my husband in secret, completely destroying my marriage with Justin.

“You didn't call me to tell me you're sleeping with my husband, did you?” “Are you not upset? I mean, don't you see he's playing you?” She sounded shocked. “He's not playing me, Maddison; if anyone is being played, then it's you. I'm his wife; you're just a girlfriend. That's what you even called yourself, so you're just like a mistress, you have no right to be calling me at this time.” “I'm calling because I need to speak to you.” “You've really got no shame, spend any little time you have with my husband instead of wasting it on me, that's what mistresses do. Do you even realize that I’m—”

My lips parted to finally ask him about the house, about the things I’d been avoiding but before I could speak, my phone buzzed on the table. A text. My pulse kicked. I already knew who it was. I flipped the phone over with shaky hands, a part of me in fear of what other news there’ll be and there it was, another message from him. “Your husband has a mistress, and she wants to kill you.” The spoon slipped from my fingers and clattered against the plate, loud enough to make James’s eyes focus on me, narrowing in suspicion. He tilted his head, watching me. “What is it?” he asked.

Since she couldn't weasel her way out of this anymore, she finally dropped all pretense. "That's right. I did it. But so what?" she snarled at Marco, her words sharp and her eyes fixed on him. "You think I'm the one who drove Helena away, Marco? You think I'm the one who killed your baby? You're the real murderer!" She cackled hysterically, her grin mocking as she continued, "Would Helena have ended up with no money to prevent the miscarriage if you hadn't let me use that stupid blind box method to make decisions for you?

Harold nodded to me in response so I gave him a light smile. I thanked Harold before he got into his car and left. When I entered the house, silence greeted me. My abundant tears started to flow, I didn't think that Luke could do that to me, he betrayed me. I never thought that one of my friends would be my husband's mistress. But is Anna supposed to be called mistress? I was dumbfounded as I made my way to our room. My hands are shaking while washing my face at the same time as my lips are shaking from sobbing.

I sent evidence of my husband Jerome Maslow's affair to the family group chat. The chat fell silent, though private messages began pouring in nonstop. I ignored them, turned off my phone, and headed to work. Jerome's mistress was Audrey Norton, a young streamer our company had just signed last month. When I arrived, she was mid-livestream, energetically twirling around in a short skirt and high heels. I signaled the room controller to pause the live stream. Once the microphones were off, I finally spoke.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"