My Husband Chose His Mistress

I always envied Zuri Morgan. Harvard adored her, and my mom was fond of her too. It felt like no one ever loved me. Zuri was the apple of everyone’s eye, while I was just a shadow, easily ignored. Everything I fought hard for came naturally to her. After all these years, Mom still looked elegant. I watched her from a distance, not expecting to see her and Harvard with Zuri.

They walked side by side, looking like the perfect couple. Whatever they were talking about made Harvard, normally reserved around me, smile warmly at her. I stood there, stunned by the softness in his gaze. Then Mom joined them with a smile, and the three of them headed off together.

Before I knew it, they were already far away. That's when I noticed Mom had left her purse on the seat. I slipped my savings ledger inside—a compilation of everything I had saved over the years. Given my circumstances, the money was of little use to me. I caught up with them and said with a polite smile, “Hey, you left your purse.”

When Mom retrieved the purse, she didn’t recognize me. It had been over ten years since we last saw each other, and to her, I was just another face in the crowd. The moment I appeared, Harvard’s face went white. He couldn’t bring himself to speak or even meet my eyes. Zuri watched me warily, knowing I could expose our past. She had known my identity all along and had orchestrated bullying against me during school.

I kept my composure, pretending not to recognize them, and walked away silently.