My Husband Robbed My Identity For His Mistress

I had made up my mind. There was nothing that I could do. Had I confronted Denver and Cindy, they had plenty of their men to shut me down just as he mentioned.

And, If I tried to run away with the manuscript, Denver would turn the world upside down just to steal my work for his first love. Why go to that extent only to lose in the end?

It was better to stick to the plan I had made after discovering my husband's deception.

I walked downstairs and made my way to the receptionist of the hotel. I handed her the manuscript and the letter I prepared for Denver, and then I left for Denver's office to do one last thing.

Denver remained entangled with Cindy for one more hour in the room he had invited me. After not receiving any message from the receptionist, he put his clothes on and decided to leave the hotel.

In haste, he walked up to the receptionist and asked, “Did Mia come looking for me?”

“Yes, sir! Mrs. Beckham arrived here an hour ago.” she replied. Denver narrowed his eyes. A flicker of fear passed through his eyes as he asked,

“Why did you not notify me then? And, if she arrived an hour ago, why didn't she come to meet me? Don't tell me you told her the room no I was staying in and she watched me with Cindy?” He blurted out, his voice desperate but filled with rage.

“Calm down, Mr. Beckham! Mrs. Beckham did come here but she didn't want to meet you. She handed me these files and left.” The receptionist replied.

“She left without meeting me?” He whispered, his voice filled with surprise, and a feeling of being unwanted. He didn't like the kind of emotion he was feeling right now.

“Why are you looking upset, Denver?” Cindy joined the conversation, her tone filled with feign innocence, “Did you want to see her? Did I not make you happy tonight that you are missing your wife?”

Denver’s expression immediately softened as he turned to look at Cindy, “It's not like that, Cindy. You know I can't move my eyes off to anyone else when you are before my eyes.”

“I was just wondering what could make Mia not showing up in front of me. Mia has never ignored me before.” He added.

“Why are you even concerned about that? She has clearly handed over the manuscript. We own her book and her identity. Isn't that great?” she asked excitedly.

“You are right, Cindy.” He replied, “As long as we have her works.”

***

That night, Denver arrived home earlier than his usual time. He was desperate to find his wife. He was having some bad feelings about her.

Mia loved surprises, and whenever he asked her out, she would show up way before the time. Then, what could have gone wrong that she didn't show up before him despite coming to the hotel?

“Mia…?” He called as soon as he unlocked the main door with his card. But there was no one to answer him.

He immediately rushed to his bedroom, but the empty walls were mocking him.

I was not where to be found.

He then reached out to his phone and dialed my number, only to receive a mechanical voice from the other end, telling him the line was busy.

His heart skipped a beat. Mia didn't arrive at the hotel, nor was she at home. Where was She?

He then called his company to ask the guards when I left the office. They told him the exact time when I left, which increased his worry towards me.

In the end, he decided to go to the police station and seek their help to find me.

He had just walked out of his apartment when his phone rang. He immediately picked up the call.

It was Cindy.

“Denver, I’m so scared. Can you please come and stay with me tonight?” she asked, her voice laced with innocence.

“What happened?” He asked, his voice not so gentle.

“It's Mia, Denver. It's her again.” She cried from the other end, “She still has some blind followers who still believe I stole her book. They never stop cursing me in their comments. One of them just cursed me that today I would die in my sleep. Do you see how vicious her followers are?”

“First of all they are not her blind followers, Cindy, they are loyal to her idol. And, if one could die because of someone's curse, Mia would have died a hundred times till now.” He blurted out, his voice laced with irritation.

It was visible with his tone that he was finding Cindy's call for help an unwanted nagging.

Cindy was taken aback with his tone. He had never talked to her like that before. But, he did tonight. Not only did he talk rudely with her, but also took Mia’s stand.

“Denver…” she whispered, “You are going to name me ‘little wolf’ tomorrow, right?”

“Let's talk tomorrow, Cindy.”

After throwing out these words, Denver hung up, leaving Cindy in horror.