My Husband Chose His Mistress

Before Princeton returned home, I had already organized the room.

When he came back, I carried on as usual—helping him change into his slippers and hanging up his coat. He seemed like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. The man who could charm and navigate any business meeting now stood speechless.

Breaking the heavy silence, I spoke first, "I get it. She just got back from overseas and needs to establish her connections. You want to help her."

My voice was calm, as gentle as ever. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and when our eyes met, I kept my warm and reassuring smile.

After a long pause, he looked away, but then suddenly pulled me close, kissing me with a passion that left me breathless. So, he could still show such intensity for me. His eyes were misty, and he gazed at me intently, "Tiana, I love you."

I met Princeton's gaze with a soft smile, "I know, and I love you too."

The mingling scent of lilies and men's cologne made me uneasy. This love born out of guilt felt hollow...