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He had lost all the respect she had in her eyes but today He lost his image as well. "What wife?" She managed to whisper out through her clenched throat. "The wife you never respected? The wife you cheated on. I never thought you could stoop this low Aaron. I was never your wife in real terms and Now You want me to be your mistress!” she looked away from him with a disgusting look on her face. It didn't matter how hard she had become but now He managed to open her old wounds again and she was beyond hurt. "Mistress?” He arched his perfect brow. “Why would I ask my wife to be my mistress, Bella!" He smirked. "You are still legally bound to me! We are still married to each other."

And yet, she had a son of this age. Who was the mistress, and who was the faithless one in the marriage?

Shame his mistress didn't know how to play her part. I decided to handle her first. Then, I'd deal with the divorce. Turns out, the mistress—Brie Watson—was a junior in college. I brought a group with me to her dorm and made a scene: drums, banners, the works. The banner read: Today, I Celebrate My Husband Marrying His Mistress, Brie Watson. My friend, quick-witted and loud, took the mic. "Anyone knows Brie Watson? Please let her know she needs to come pay her respects to her lover's wife! In every era, mistresses have had to submit to the wife. We're all educated here. You know the rules."

“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—”

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!"

She simply continued walking, her steps steady, her posture composed, as if the touch had never happened. Adrian’s hand fell back to his side, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t think to tell me where you were going?” he asked, voice low. Elena didn’t move back. She didn’t soften either. “I didn’t think I needed to.” There was no challenge in the way she said it. No defiance. And somehow, that made it harder to respond to. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re my wife.” Elena held his gaze, steady and composed.

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.

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.

"Nate, don't think you can financially strangle me into conceding. I'm telling you right now, she is a mistress, and I'll make sure she wears that label for the rest of her life. She'll never hold her head up high. "If you want to give her a legitimate title, then you do it my way. I don't care about the Keller family, but I will get my money. "Otherwise, I'll release every video of you and her sneaking around together all these years. When the stock drops and shareholders start losing money, what do you think will happen then?" Nate hadn't expected me to choose mutual destruction over submission. That was who I was. I, Wendy, always rose above it all. Even the mistress who had replaced my m

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.