I Hid His Mistress Just to Win Him Back

"William, that’s my father—you can’t do this to him!"

Pain burned behind my eyes, my voice hoarse with despair.

Four years of dating. Eight years of marriage.

Twelve years… gone.

In the end, love faded. Hearts drifted apart.

William grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. His face was dark, cold.

"Where the hell are you hiding Flora Slater?" he growled.

I wanted to fight back, but his men surrounded me.

Swallowing my sobs, I shut my eyes against the pain.

Because of my recklessness, my parents had already lost everything they'd worked their whole lives to build.

I couldn’t let them lose their dignity too.

I bit my lip, locked eyes with him.

"Let my parents go. Promise me you won’t hurt them again, and I’ll tell you where she is."

He waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to release them.

Just as I dared to breathe again—

His hand shot out, clamping around my throat. He lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

Suffocation wrapped around me like ice.

I instinctively kicked and struggled, and then I heard his voice—merciless and venomous.

"Kara, have I been too fucking nice to you?"

"You really think I’m that easy to deal with?"

"I could find Flora in minutes. Who the hell do you think you are, bargaining with me?"

"Crushing you would be as simple as stepping on an ant. Do you understand that?"

Terror and hopelessness clawed at my chest.

I stared at him, tears slipping down my cheeks without permission.

Even through the fear, I forced the words out:

"You still can’t hurt my parents."

"They’re my family!"

Something snapped in him. His face twisted, darkened even more.

His grip tightened until I thought he’d actually kill me.

But just when I felt my consciousness fading—

He let go.

I dropped to the floor, gasping for breath, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

In that single, brutal moment, every memory of William surged through my mind—

The love, the laughter, the tenderness.

All of it shattered into shards and stabbed straight into my heart.

I broke.

I sobbed, broken by a love that had died without warning.

By a marriage that had turned into a prison.

By the version of myself who had given up her pride just to hold onto what was already gone.

William stood there, expressionless, the air around him pulsing with rage.

He stalked forward, grabbed my chin again, and forced me to look at him.

"Tell me. Where the fuck is Flora?"

His tone was savage—like if I didn’t answer, something even worse was coming.

"Uldoria City. She’s in Uldoria City," I whispered.

At that, his fury shifted into something else—calculated, victorious.

He turned on his heel and left, his men following close behind.

And I knew.

From this moment on, William was no longer my husband.

No matter how deeply I loved him, I would rip him from my heart.

Even if it meant losing a piece of myself,

I would do it—without hesitation.