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My Husband's Mistress
Sheila’s POV
"Evelyn!" a woman’s voice suddenly shouted, full of excitement.Before I could react, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I froze, completely stunned. I didn’t know this woman, and she just called me Evelyn. Who was Evelyn?Before I could say anything, Alfred and the guards quickly moved in. Alfred gently but firmly pulled the woman away from me, placing himself between us.“Please step back,” Alfred said calmly, though I could hear the warning in his voice.The woman looked surprised and a little hurt. She turned to me, her eyes searching my face. “Evelyn, don’t you remember me? It’s Donnie. We met in my art gallery a few years ago and then met again during a business seminar abroad. Don't you remember?”I just stared at her, my mind blank. Work? Art gallery? I didn’t even know anyone named Donnie, and I've never left this city before.She must have confused me with someone else. Still, the way sRelated chapters
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