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ACCIDENTALLY HIS MISTRESS

Chapter 3 WHAT BELONGS TO ME

Word Count: 1247    |    Released on: 15/02/2025

steady. The room was surprisingly silent, so I took the opportunity

al woman," I said, and the room erupted into whispers as people nodded in agreement. "I am honored to

and hard work." The room erupted into applause, and Steven's face turned even paler. I remembered how he had told m

heartedly endorse Mr. Hales' decision," I said,

living for someone else, building his business and raising his children, had taken a

was going to get back every single thing he owed me, ev

rushed to Steven's office, I was here to retrieve my architecture designs. Every house and estate sold by this company had bee

ow forgot to change their location. My heart pounded in an

files, finally, my fingers stumbled upon the hidden safe. With trembling h

e that everything he owned was secured with this date, my birthday. Such a liar, who knew what this date really meant, tears

lived. The sound of footsteps echoed outside the office. Just as I had suspected, he had come for the designs too. So immediately after o

o hide, but every corner seemed expos

nk, my mind race

ed a bottle of Vodka, drank some sips and quickly ran to his chair. I slid the files onto the floor und

ng open, and Steven's vo

e stood frozen for a moment, his expression shifting as h

swers. "Why, Steven? Why would you choose another woman over me? Did our y

didn't mean for you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you," he stammered, his e

r, the plans we made. Were they all just lies? Eight years of devotion to this company and to you, Steven. Eight years where we talked about family, yet you brought ba

loser, desperation etched on his face. "It

ou could have your cake and eat it too? A pretty wife to bare

h quieted down listening to the chaos outside. It s

sed?" Steven asked, his

Vodka in my arms. A sly smile spread across my face as I met his

Alexa? Please, get dr

thought to myself, no one would ever suspect that the p

my voice trembling with rage. "Why d

's not what's important right now," he said, his tone firm and

gged but ordered. I met his gaze, wondering ho

y unbuttoning his shirt, my eyes locked on his. "Don't you like what you are se

Then, I pulled back. I looked into his eyes which were now clouded with desire. Good, he

ly. My eyes drifted to Steven, he stood before the mirror, looking magnificent as usual, beautiful lips, those mouth

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