Novel & Cerita Wife And Mistress

"It's not mine. It's my husband's mistress's." Then Fallon let out a small laugh, and I understood how painful it must have been for her to say those words out loud. The smile on her lips only proved how broken she was. I found myself wondering how stupid and ungrateful her husband had to be to lose a wife like her. How could anyone cheat on a woman like Fallon? Was the mistress really that special? Why else would a man leave his wife? Maybe she had somehow bewitched him because I couldn't understand it.

The woman said again, "Nowadays, mistresses who claim other people's husbands as their own are getting more and more ridiculous, the one living next door to me is one too... You little b*tches are really shameless!" Mia just kept quiet. She was fighting with Neil. Why did she suddenly become the heat of the topic for being a mistress? She was his actual wife! The one and only Mrs. Brown! However, she agreed with this woman's point of view. Relying on their appearance to attract men would not last long. When she grows old, she would be like an average woman. She hated those little b*tches who seduced other people's husbands, especially those who wanted to hook up with her Neil. She wanted to

As long as they were not officially married, the mistress could not gain any access or portion of George's wealth, one way or another. To be honest, the old man was a very good and kind-hearted man. It pained me to kill him, but I just had to end his misery. At his age, he should be laying back on his bed and relaxing all the richest that had come to fruition, yet there he was, investing his time and money on a cunning and vicious woman who only meant to steal all his rights and properties by transferring it to her name, not even bothering to leave a single cent on the man's pocket out of pity and mercy.

The way he spoke to her was nothing like the cold, commanding tone he used with me. He ended the call and turned to me. “We’re going to the hospital. Nora got hurt.” For a second, my mind went blank. Then humiliation washed over me. He was not asking. He was informing me. He wanted me, his wife, to go with him to visit his mistress. The insult made my whole body go cold. I stared at the blurred city lights outside the window, my stomach twisting as though I might throw up every grievance I had swallowed over the years.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

"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?"

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The worst part of everything was that they were morally and legally right to do that, to love each other, to kiss each other in every corner of the room and attend places—hands linked together. While with her, it was an abomination, something of utter recklessness and immorality. She was the one pushed to the position of the mistress—she could be nothing but that. Derek Jules, the man she dated and had spent way too long with, and the woman who had taken him away from her, Kaitlyn Moore. Through some messed up circumstances, they all lived in the same house. The wife, husband and his mistress. But there should be no hard feelings right? It was supposed to be an act.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.