My Husband Wants Me To Serve His Mistress Novel – I had been married to Blake Wilson for five years, and in those five years, it seemed like every few days, a new woman was paraded through our door. Each time, I would hear their voices filling the next room and turn on the recording to record them. Five years and ninety-eight times. Today, it was a fresh-faced, delicate college student. Once they were done, Blake called for me to come in and clean up. Kendall Davis lay lazily in his arms, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she spoke, “Blake, is this the old, ugly wife you mentioned? ” Blake idly ran his fingers through Kendall’s hair, offering nothing more than a dismissive grunt.
Kendall tossed the blanket aside, her skin marked with fresh hickeys, her grin wide. “See? This is how a man reacts to a young, beautiful woman. As a woman, you really failed.” I stayed silent, my gaze fixed on the floor, as I quietly cleaned up the mess. Their laughter echoed through the room, a cruel reminder of the silence that surrounded me. Once I retreated to my room, I pulled out the divorce agreement from the safe. Five years had passed, and in all that time, it felt as though I had forgotten Blake and I were only bound by a contract.
One week. Just one more week and the divorce would be final. —— The next morning, I woke early, as I always did. Blake had already called me three times, demanding breakfast in his bedroom. Without a second thought, I refused. “Don’t you have hands or feet? Should I feed you bite by bite?” I ended the call just as Blake stormed into the room, his finger jabbing at me. “Laura, who are you throwing a tantrum at? Don’t forget whose house you’re in and who you’re talking to!” I didn’t respond. Instead, I lifted my eyes to meet his, studying the face I’d once known so well, the face I had loved. I knew he had never loved me, but the sting came from realizing that, for five years, he had never truly seen me as a part of his life. Finally, I lowered my gaze, my voice soft but firm. “I’ll leave this house sooner or later.” His anger flared, his voice rising. “Leave this house? You’ve been living off me all this time. How will you survive when you’re gone?” Before I could reply, Kendall’s voice cut through the tension, lazy and dripping with sarcasm.
“Oh, the old woman’s throwing a tantrum again? What’s wrong? Getting old and can’t bear seeing Blake with younger, prettier women?” “If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just strip off your clothes and crawl into Blake’s bed? But—” She laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “With that face, no man would even blink.” I slammed the spoon down onto the table, the sound sharp and sudden, like a match sparking something deep inside me. Blake, who had been standing nearby, scoffed. “Did Kendall say something wrong? Are you throwing another tantrum?” I pressed my lips together, silently clearing away the half-eaten cereal before heading toward the kitchen.
Kendall’s triumphant voice floated from the dining room. “This is too good. Just stay obedient and play your part as the old housewife.” “Enough, stop talking.” Blake’s tone was scolding, but I could hear the underlying indulgence in his words. I stared at the faucet, my thoughts drifting like a fog, so much so that I almost let the water overflow. Then, a hand reached from behind and turned off the faucet. “What are you lost in?” The voice was too close, and when I turned, I found myself trapped in Blake’s intense, unreadable gaze.
I lowered my head again, focusing on the dishes in front of me. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking about what comes next after the divorce.” “Divorce?” Blake’s voice was laced with amusement as if I’d just told him a joke. “You’ve been with me since college, playing the dutiful housewife for five years. You’ve been cut off from the world. After we part ways, what will you even do?” Chapter 2 “Housekeeper? Or just a maid cleaning up after everyone else?” Those words, sharp and cruel, echoed in my mind, a refrain I had grown all too familiar with. At first, they stung, cutting through me like a sharp blade. I found myself questioning, doubting if I really was as worthless as they painted me to be.
But five years ago, I was just as young and radiant as Kendall. Five years ago, my world had shattered. In an instant, my parents were ripped from me in a tragic accident, leaving only me and my ten-year-old brother battling leukemia. Desperation had taken root in me, and there was no choice but to drop out of school. I juggled part-time jobs, anything to afford his treatment. The quickest way to earn money? A nightclub, where I ended up as an escort. When a client humiliated me, a bottle crashing into my forehead, I thought I’d reached the bottom.
But then, a hand reached down from the darkness, pulling me out. That was the first time I met Blake. He had appeared like an angel in my life, lifting me from the flames of my misery. And in that moment, he offered me a lifeline, an unexpected marriage contract. Five million in exchange for five years of my life. I agreed. He said he needed a wife to quiet his family’s expectations, someone with a spotless past, and that he didn’t want me out in public often, only allowing me to go out twice a week. I agreed. So, I spent those five years almost entirely inside this grand mansion. As for Blake, I thought I loved him. I accepted this “imprisonment,” and, oddly, I even found a strange comfort in it. I truly believed I could be his wife forever. But he never touched me, never allowed me into his inner world.
Then, one day, when he wasn’t home, I couldn’t fight the temptation any longer. I sneaked into his bedroom, and that’s when the truth hit me like a slap in the face. Blake had always had a lover. Kendall. His five-years-younger neighbor. I had long grown numb to Blake’s endless parade of women. To me, they were nothing more than fleeting distractions. And I, in my quiet submission, held onto the title of “Mrs. Wilson” as if it were a badge of honor. But yesterday changed everything. The moment I saw Kendall stroll into that bedroom, the one I had never been allowed to set foot in for five years, it hit me like a jolt of electricity. I finally understood.
It was time to leave. “Laura?” Blake’s voice sliced through my thoughts, thick with impatience. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” “You called me useless, right?” I replied coolly, turning to face him. “Maybe it’s time I find a job. A housekeeper, a maid, ” I paused, locking eyes with him. “Five years. I haven’t broken any laws. Should I just waste away here forever?” Blake opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Kendall stepped out, sliding into a pristine, brand-new couture dress. It was the same dress Blake had kept locked away, never worn, waiting for the right moment. And now it was on Kendall. “I didn’t expect you to know my size so well,” she purred, twirling in front of him. The fabric swirled gracefully around her, her smile gleaming. “Do you think it looks good?” Blake took Kendall’s hand, his usual indifference replaced by something soft, almost affectionate. “They look amazing,” he said, nodding. “As long as you love them, I’ll buy you anything.” And then, right there in front of me, they kissed.
Kendall, her cheeks tinged with a hint of shyness, reluctantly pulled away from Blake. “There are others here…” she murmured, her eyes briefly flickering to me. “Do you think the dress Blake chose for me looks good?” The dress clung to Kendall’s form, a shimmering fabric that wrapped around her like it had been made for her, luxurious, radiant, and perfectly suited to her youthful charm. I nodded; my voice was soft yet genuine as I met her gaze. “They’re stunning.” Chapter 3 Kendall froze, momentarily caught off guard by my words.