My Fiancée is A Mistress

Three years into marriage, my first love posted a shocking social media confession claiming she was another man's mistress. When confronted, she wept and dismissed it as a joke. I believed her, only to be fatally poisoned by her hands two weeks later. Suddenly, I wake up on the exact day I first proposed. As she stands before me blushing and waiting for the ring, I must navigate this bizarre second chance and uncover the dark truth behind her betrayal before it is too late.

Chapters

Chapter 4

After chilling in the breeze for hours, watching those seagulls disappear, I finally grabbed my phone from the car.

What struck me was that all afternoon, only two calls were from Sarah.

The remaining 45 missed calls were from Paul.

I hit him back, and he picked up instantly.

"Where are you hiding? You drunk or what?"

He sounded furious.

"Cut to the chase, or I'm done here." I wasn't in the mood for niceties.

We weren't boss and employee right now—just old friends.

"Are you out of your mind? Sarah's been sobbing all day, and you vanish?"

My response was frosty.

"Her tears aren't my problem."

Classic jerk response.

"You're a real piece of work!"

And with that, he hung up.

I settled back into the car seat, buckling up when a thought stopped me cold.

In my past life, at this time, Sarah and Paul were hardly more than acquaintances.

It was through me that Paul even knew Sarah.

So why was he defending her so aggressively?

A sickening possibility crossed my mind.

Was Paul the man Sarah was cheating with?

Continue to next part