My Husband's Mistress Looks Like Me

"Sherry, you bitch!"

Sherry grabbed her wrist and looked indifferently at the ill-comer. "Do you want me to call security?"

Wynne pulled her hand free. "You told Pacey to kick me out, didn't you? Do you think that you can dominate him? I'm telling you, don't aim at the moon. Which boss doesn't have several paramours? Why do you have to cross me?!”

"You're the woman who called me yesterday morning with the photo?" Sherry seemed to have guessed who she was.

Wynne: "Such a poseur."

Sherry was not angry and let the woman come in.

She invited Wynne with a light smile on her face, but Wynne did not dare to step forward. It is a creature's instinct to be on the defensive when one faces unpredictable things and people.

"What do you want?"

Sherry sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and called Pacey: "A woman came to our house and said she was your lover..."

Pacey, who was preparing for the meeting, was gloomy after hearing her words.

"Mr. Grant -" seeing him pick up his coat and walk out, the secretary instantly reminded him, "the meeting is about to begin."

"Postpone for two hours."

It took Pacey half an hour to return to Laneshire. At that time, Sherry estimated when he would come back, and made tea in advance.

"Miss Jones, please have a try. It is Pacey's favorite."

Wynne pushed away the tea and said: "I'm not drinking it. Who knows if you've tampered with the tea! Now you know why I'm here, I'm in love with Mr. Grant, you'd better step aside."

The hot liquid in the teacup splashed out and scalded her hands. Sherry put down the cup and wiped off the water droplets, as if nothing had happened: "The lipstick on his clothes was also something you did on purpose, right?"

Wynne said in disdain: "So what?!"

Sherry took a sip of tea and said, "Did he touch you?"

"When..."

"Bang!"

The door was thrown open with a loud bang and Pacey appeared at home with a sullen look on his face.

Wynne, being interrupted by the noise, stood up and walked to him, "Pacey, you're back. I..."

A slap on the face.

Pacey slapped Wynne with such force that the woman fell to the floor instantly. She covered her face and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Get out!" Pacey only said two words coldly.

Wynne trembled uncontrollably under his harsh and somber look down. She had a gut feeling that at that moment Pacey wanted to kill her.

The pain in her face also reminded her of the warning Pacey had given her at the beginning - never expect anything that doesn't belong to you.

Pacey played with women for novelty and excitement, but there was a taboo: no one was allowed to make trouble with his wife, Sherry.

Obviously, Wynne had broken the taboo.

"Get out, now!"

Wynne ran out with her face covered in her hands. As she ran to the door, she heard the man who always spoke harshly to her, lowered his stance as if to explain, "Just a bar girl. We only met twice..."

She didn't hear the latter words, because the moment she stepped outside, a man who was guarding the door, had covered her mouth and nose and got her into the car.

Sherry avoided Pacey's touch as she looked at him coldly and said, "Pacey, I told you that if you one day fall in love with another woman, I wanted it to be you telling me yourself, not...through another woman."

Pacey gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, looked at her fondly, and said, "Honey, you're always so calm." He glanced at the three teacups on the table, "If I had been a little late, you would have an afternoon tea with her?"

The wife in every case should not be as indifferent as an outsider in the face of a paramour who comes looking for trouble.