Wife Vs Mistress Novels & Stories

Even with her murderers. The air was heavy with the weight of an unspeakable betrayal my father's mistress forever altering the course of our lives. The rain outside mirrors the tears I could no longer shed. I found myself caught in the storm of emotions, seeking refuse in the warmth of woman sleeping beside me. Stefan’s mother—Adriana Richie—was my father’s mistress. My mother saw her as her little sister until she was betrayed by her. That fucking bitch was cunning, too clever for her own good. The murder of my mother was just a little accident. My father married Adriana the next day.

I took a step back away from him even when my knees were almost failing. His eyes turned sharp. It was as if he didn't like what he heard. “You are my family, Annika. You are my wife— in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of God, you are still legaly bound to me. Accept it or not, but you will remain my wife.” I couldn't believe what he said. “You're crazy, Caspian! Even if we're still legally bound, it doesn't change the fact that your family is Juliette and your son. You have responsibilities with them! Why don't you just let me be?”

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

"Stella! Using Mom to trick me wasn't enough; now you're trying to threaten me with divorce?" The warm touch of the antique locket felt just like Claire holding my hand, making my eyes well up with tears. "Martin, do you still think I'm lying to you even now? In seven years of marriage, have I ever neglected Mom once? But ever since Waverly came back, you stopped caring about anything at home.

Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making her look like a complete madwoman. "Let me go! Do you know who I am? I'm the CEO of the Wynter Group!" She struggled frantically, screaming. I walked up to her and crouched down, meeting her eyes that were filled with terror and confusion. "Cassie, do you still think your status matters right now? You were right about one thing: what's yours is mine. So from this moment on, everything you have belongs to me. That includes your company, your wealth, and your freedom."

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.

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

Rhea answered smugly. “Then you should know basic family law, right?” Alia replied, her tone light but her words sharp. “When a man and a woman are legally married, they are the lawful husband and wife. Tell me—where did you learn that the person the husband happens to love suddenly becomes the ‘real wife’? In legal terms, Ms. Caldwell, that’s not how it works. Under the law, you are what we call a mistress. Or…” her smile deepened, sweet but lethal. “Do you prefer being called my husband’s lover instead?” To Rhea, that smile looked like Alia was calling her a complete fool.

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!"

"I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!" "Naive and young, I was easily persuaded by his words and be with him blindly. I sacrificed my college dreams just to bear his child. We've been together for fifteen years, yet now I'm told that I've been the mistress all along, wreaking havoc on another woman's marriage." "I never intended this; I genuinely didn't realize I was destroying another woman's marriage." Her soul-crushing weeping and desolate demeanor swiftly drew the compassion of numerous online viewers. As she had expected, people began to change their minds.